No crying, Marianne. “No, no, no!” You try to wiggle away, horrified at the thought of your mom watching you cum with her hairbrush up your ass. “Just be a good girl and stick your tongue out.”
You lick the part that doesn’t have any wisps of hair, and his dick twitches in response. You can’t even look away from his face, thanks to the way they trapped your head between your knees. He pulses inside your mouth, spurting his salty, bitter load all over your tongue. “I need him here in case you’re infected and you try to bite me. Maybe it’s because your dad died when you were so little, but the opinions of older men have always meant a lot to you. “I need him here in case you’re infected and you try to bite me. Your mom always told you not to fight if this happened, but you’re not even awake yet. Maybe it’s because your dad died when you were so little, but the opinions of older men have always meant a lot
