He slammed his cock so hard into me. All weekend, I felt it. I barely heard it over his little sister’s passion. His lips came closer and closer to my pussy. “Please, please, big brother.”
Clint broke the kiss. So much noise echoed through the house. She sucked on it, sparks bursting in my snatch. My nipples throbbed against the rough texture of the refrigerator, feeling the cold bleed through. Our dead father, like Clint, had a thing for Asian chicks, especially Japanese ones. I couldn’t believe I was having this conversation. Make me explode, Clint! My alarm clock wouldn’t go off for nineteen minutes. “Anyone could have caught me and Becky! She squeezed them, my nipples growing wet, adding one more delight to my building climax. Just keep doing that! I was his queen, not his sex slave, the first of his women, but I still submit to him. My excitement mounted, growing and swelling in me as my tongue fluttered through the virgin’s thick labia, brushing her hymen. that was amazing.”
Tim departed.
