I threw her on the bed.
Her body hit the sheets. I grabbed her leg — the left one — and lifted it. Over my shoulder. The position opened her — her pussy and her anal both exposed, her thick thigh pressed against my chest, her ass angled upward.
I slammed. Into her anal. The passage — stretched from earlier, still loose, still slick — yielded immediately. My cock drove in. Seven inches. Eight. Nine. Ten. Balls deep in one thrust.
"AAANGH~!! — wrong hole — wrong hole—!!"
She screamed. Her hands clawed the sheets. Her body — bent at an impossible angle, one leg over my shoulder, the other on the floor — convulsed.
My tail moved. The appendage — finally free, finally deployed — snaked forward. Found her pussy. Pushed in.
She yelled. "You have a tail?! WHY?!"
The shock was genuine. Her eyes — wide, disbelieving — stared at the grey-black appendage disappearing into her cunt. But her body didn't resist. The tail pushed deep. Found the cervix. Vibrated.
