She opened the handicap stall and slipped in. Just like mine had when I had Amber. My big brother’s cum flooded my spasming pussy. She trembled on my lap. A third generation of Clinton Ellistons. Oh, Clint…” Her eyes misted with tears as she reached me. My hands rubbed at my belly. “What else do you know about Clint’s relationships with his sisters?” asked Detective Savage. Pain. He pulled out his phone and started texting. My cunt blazed with heat. “God, you make your Mommy-slut so wet,” she moaned. I searched for that special spot. Pussy juices ran down my chin. He leaned back in his chair. Clint looked so handsome. Hiragawa. I could already feel that wonderful orgasm building and building inside of me. The acrid delight mixed with the lingering flavor of salty cum and fresh cunt.
