“When will you breed me for real?”
“Maybe next year,” Clint said. She was cumming again on her big brother’s dick. She dressed like she was ten in frilly, pink dresses, her light-brown hair in pigtails, her body petite. I couldn’t handle that. It was such a wrong thing. “Jenny,” he moaned pushing open my thighs. In the spring, they would bloom with large, colorful flowers. “Damn, Jenny. Taboo. I could see the bright red of her panties bleeding through her tights. She moaned about my dick, cumming again on her fingers. Stars burst before my eyes as I savored this joy filling my body, driving me wild. As much as I tried to pretend otherwise, seeing him puffing on the e-cig, not caring that I disapproved, made me so wet. “Right?”
“He is,” I groaned. The friction of his cock sliding through my once virgin depths sent rapture buzzing through me. But you’re…”
“Happy!” Cheryl beamed, rubbing her stomach.
