Everything was kind of normal. Lisa spent her husband, sent her daughter to school. Everything is as usual - a quick breakfast, a kiss on the lips of her husband, a kiss on the top of her daughter's head. The husband will not be soon, the daughter today also dances. You can remake a bunch of cases. And a lot of time to crack on the phone with her friends, the same housewives. Sometimes Lisa was interested in talking to them. Homework did not bother me either - there was everything in the house that could ease this work - from a sophisticated blender to a monstrous vacuum cleaner, the ease of handling of which so far surprised Lisa. One could cook something special. You can go to the supermarket. This is also sometimes interesting, especially given the fact that most men gazed at her slender figure with pleasure.

Lisa sank to the floor, propped her back against the wall. Her lips opened, and her cheeks slightly pink. The girl already knew that nothing of this will happen today. Her mind, accustomed to the routine of life, who had found its charms and pleasures in it, became clouded. Reality receded, absorbed by the sensation of an approaching illusory paradise. Or hell. Lisa has not figured out yet, it will be heaven or hell, but the fact that this will happen again today, she began to understand more and more clearly. He must come today.

Lisa got up and swam into the room like a somnambulist. Stopping in front of a huge antique mirror, from floor to ceiling, the girl froze for a moment. And then her thin fingers with long claws untied the belt of her robe, under which there was nothing. Now it was exciting, and Lisa exhaled a long breath when the fabric slipped over swollen nipples. The remains of that cheerful, cheerful, loyal and loving woman slipped from the turned body along with the robe that fell near her small feet.

Nude woman meticulously examined her body in the mirror. The unbiased glass reflected the fragile figure. Perhaps a little boyish, but heavy, regular shape, breasts and narrow waist gave her a feminine and even sensual look. Her husband called her "my elf." For the figure and for the huge radiant eyes that made her look like the heroine Manga. Now shine is gone from the eyes. Fear, anticipation, and doom splashed in them ... And the burning lust. Lisa no longer belonged to her husband, nor to herself, nor to this world. She already belonged to Him. Maybe He already does not even look at her from behind the mirror.

Lisa raised her breasts in her hands, then clamped her nipples between her thumb and forefinger. Fluffy eyelashes closed their eyes, and a moan broke through squeezed teeth. He will come, but first she needs to seduce Him, excite him. ABOUT! She will do it!

Liza already knew that He does not like clothes, nor beautiful poses, nor silly lips licking his tongue: only animal passion.

Lisa went down to the palace and spread her legs in front of the mirror. Her pubis was completely shaved, and the delicate rose petals opened up completely shamelessly. Immediately the fingers of one hand opened it even more in front of an invisible spectator, while the others slid over the corner of the pussy. Lisa was shaken, and she lowered her head to the shoulder, as if trying to isolate herself from her shame or triumph by a wave of hair. It seemed to her that this could help save the remnants of reality. It only seemed to her.

The fingers began to slide between the sensitive folds, touching the swelling tubercle, sometimes penetrating shallowly inside. Intermittent breathing then alternated with deep sighs, barely distinguishable from quiet moans.

His gaze was still modestly - doomedly lowered down, but one eye, through a wave of blond hair, increasingly turned to the mirror. So far only a graceful female body was visible: shamelessly divorced legs and even more shamelessly divorced petals, already swollen and moisturized. Not to mention the shamelessness of the fingers tampering with the softest folds and slightly shining from the lubricant.

But here in the mirror at a height of almost two meters two yellow dots flickered. The heart immediately began to gallop, pounding somewhere under the throat, and breathing was frequent. A loud sob broke from his plump lips.

Lisa instinctively tried to cover the crotch with her palm, and her hips slightly rocked, as if the woman was trying to move them. Remnants of pride and self-love still gnawed at her from the inside, but then two points appeared, turning out to be yellow eyes with vertical pupils, and around her face contours began to appear. Or muzzle. However, it does not matter! It doesn't matter what appearance He comes in - an angel or a demon, the main thing is that he is here now!

He's here! He came! He is interested! Lisa bit her sponge, waiting for Him to manifest fully, shielding her reflection. She continued her manipulations in the lower abdomen, knowing that he liked it. ABOUT! He loved that she was losing her human form, becoming just a female, ready to satisfy His slightest desire.

Lisa did not dare to look up at her yellow eyes again. Who is she in front of him? Her lot is to be submissive and catch the fluids coming from Him. Recently, it has been easier for a woman to guess His desires, even the most insignificant. And to take from Him all that she is able to bear. He always remained cold and slightly detached, in whatever form he might be - a Greek god with prominent muscles, a wild beast covered with silky hair, a refined boy with golden curls or, like today, a demon. Only the eyes remained the same - golden, cold and indifferent. The eyes and the sexual organ are monstrous in their size and so beautiful, as if fashioned by the best sculptor in an attempt to show undisguised animal power.

Let the rest was somewhat eerie - a black body, intertwined with harness muscles and tendons, but not the same as in advertisements and magazines, but more squat, thick, even a little awkward; gnarled fingers with silvery claws; a bezbravoe and beznosoe face with a well-extended lower jaw - a dreadful likeness of a human face; long canines protruding from the mouth; bone plaques covering the joints ... All this could push Lisa away if it were different, not He. She already recognized his dick - every vein, every fold, monstrous purple head, smooth lines like a hat of a young mushroom. Even if the trunk was now black, she was still happy with the recognition.

And now Lisa saw this body, already rebelled in its grandeur, fascinating with its size, making it almost impossible to lose consciousness from a premonition of pleasure ... Or from fear?

The sizes frightened and bewitched. Of course, Lisa would prefer a much more moderate size, but she knew that He was testing her, checking if she could turn into a brainless female who had lost all that was human, impaled on such a member. And she is ready to show Him complete dependence and humility. At the same time, only one realization that such a member will have her, and she will accept him, wherever He wants to shove, almost made her beat in an orgasm.

Meanwhile, the demonic figure in the mirror gained density, and He stepped into the room. Heart Liza broke off once again. There is no way back, He is already here, in this reality, so mundane at all other times. And it already belongs to Him. All completely, to the tips of the nails.

Liza, feeling condescending approval, still caressed herself, opening the petals as much as possible before the yellow-eyed look, but soon felt a change in His mood. She immediately got on her knees and crawled up to the slouching figure that stood near the mirror. Soon her face was in front of a huge member. Her breathing was lost, her full lips opened, and her wide-open eyes devoured the organ like a delicious delicacy.

Finally, He felt that her admiration was sufficient, and she deserved to be continued. Lisa moaned sweetly, and barely holding back her feelings, she leaned over to her demon.She clasped his buttocks, pressed her tender cheek against the stiff rebellious flesh. Pouring on your devotion and love, a woman, ...