I groaned, salivating, then buried my face into her furry muff. His face scrunched up. He arched an eyebrow. She quivered beneath me, her breasts rubbing against mine. I soaked her when I came. “Ooh, I have to try your other packages. I groaned at the warm contact of the gel on my nipples. She knew I was lying, but she grasped at it to soothe her nervousness. I loved it. She gasped, her married pussy clenching down around my digits. Don’t you, you dirty, nasty slut?”
I groaned, slamming down his cock. I stared down at her soaked bush. I ground my pussy into his cock, pleasure spilling through me as I worked across his chest. That commanding presence that had turned our family into his personal harem. “Oh, my,” she gasped as I wiggled my hips, grinding my clit against hers.
