Caleb wasn't usually one for late nights out-he preferred his books and quiet evenings-but tonight, something had pulled him here, a restless energy he couldn't shake. He sipped his beer, the cold liquid doing little to quell the heat in his chest. For months, he'd been haunted by a fantasy, one he'd never dared to speak aloud: the idea of being swept off his feet by a gorgeous futanari
Caleb wasn't usually one for late nights out-he preferred his books and quiet evenings-but tonight, something had pulled him here, a restless energy he couldn't shake. He sipped his beer, the cold liquid doing little to quell the heat in his chest. For months, he'd been haunted by a fantasy, one he'd never dared to speak aloud: the idea of being swept off his feet by a gorgeous futanari