Natalie

Having converted her family into a group of sexual deviants Natalie wondered who else was ripe for the taking. The wind rushed beneath her wings as she revelled in the sensation of the cocktipped tail slowly moving across her erect clit. Natalie parted her plump pitch lips to release as bestial purr when she spotted him.

Down below leant against his van was the local milk man about to begin his rounds, a devious plan unravelled in her mind as she arched herself downward. Moments later she pulled a thinly veiled glamour across her demonic form and stalked out of the shadows toward him. The man looked slightly perplexed at the sight of the woman striding forward.

Natalie watched his eyes widen, as the outline of his cock tented in his trouser. Once Natalie knew she had his full attention she gathered pace moving forward to press her body to his and pinned him to the van. His cock pressed into her flesh making her purr wantonly, as she parted her lips to seductively whisper; "I do love the taste of milk, especially when it's fresh."

The man tried to contain himself from the apparent **** as he parted his lips to stutter: "If y-you stop ass-assaulting me, th-then you can have any m-milk you want fr-from the van and I'll n-not say a wo-word." Natalie giggled "Oh babes, you've got me all wrong." She lightly cupped his cock before whispering in a more sterner tone; "I said I like it fresh."

A worried look crossed the man face as Natalie proceeded to...