“Fine have it your way.” I crammed a second finger into her. Traumatic as it was.” She covered her mouth, trying desperately not to burst into laughter, “Oh ha that was funny.” “No, it really wasn’t.” “I have never been so full of cum in my life.” She said wistfully. Our parents were home when we pulled into the driveway and as we walked through the door, they questioned us as to our whereabouts. “W-what do you mean? Please you don’t…”
“Have to?” she finished for me, cocking a manicured eyebrow, “Of course I don’t have to,” she paused, stepping up to me with a very obvious wiggle in her hips. Tight was an understatement. She thought I was joking. Sasha pointed at the table and said something in Russian, to which Natalia translated, “Sit down Miss Donovan, make yourself comfortable.” Natalia rolled her eyes, still looking into the mirror, obviously not amused by Sasha’s theatrics.
