Russian ballerina (Patreon)

- Eto real'no (This is real)

Mike said, stroking his soft lips and smooth skin without the usual male stubble. From the sound of his new high-pitched female voice, which echoed through the women's toilet, he shuddered a little, feeling how his massive ass and chest also swayed unusually with this movement

- Blyat'. Neuzheli ya deystvitel'no yebuchaya russkaya balerina? (Fuck. Am I really a fucking Russian ballerina?)

It was truly a shock, which Mike probably experienced for the first time in his life. For the first time in his life, he saw in the reflection in the mirror a small black guy, whom the whole region was afraid of. No. Now there was nothing like that. His huge penis disappeared and his vagina was pressed tightly against the fabric of his uncomfortable ballet costume.

“If you’re a wizard, then I’m a fucking Russian ballerina,” Mike said, confident in his sparkling joke some time ago. He was with his gang and wanted to take money from a strange white guy he had never seen before. The guy’s words that it was better for Mike to leave and not disturb him only angered Mike, who at that moment had no idea what kind of force he was facing. To him, that white wizard was just another idiot who could be easily robbed

However, now Marina had to prepare to go on stage to dance in the crowd of the White Swan ballet at the Bolshoi Theater in Moscow. She didn't know she could do it, but as soon as she stepped on stage, she automatically knew how to dance. Her husband, one of the Russian gangsters, was not in the hall that evening, but was waiting for her as always after her concert, as horny as always and wanting to fuck her in all holes.