Futa District 1 (Futa Stories, #25)

Here I sit on a bench in the park on a warm summer day. Birds are chirping. Squirrels begging for food.

Then she sits down. Her name is Lily. She is beautiful and radiant with a mane of blonde hair.

We start talking and find a lot in common. Soon we are laughing before I ask her to dinner at a park café. Our conversation continues and before I know it, we are back at her apartment.

Little do I know, she is a futa living in the Futa District. An area of town where futa women lure men back to th...