Blue snowflakes danced. I groaned, squirming in the seat. She claimed to have a cure for any disease or injury: her magical futa-cum. My cock erupted. Lights shone down from above, almost obscuring the crowd as they cheered. Only on Channel 5.”
“I can’t wait until 3 PM tomorrow, Mom,” groaned my daughter, pressing her naked body against mine. Her tongue swirled about the nub. She hugged him with such enthusiasm. My tits bounced before her, nipples swaying. Even without my futa-dick, my daughter ached for my body, wanting to please me. Then her lips popped off. “And who was that handsome man you were kissing?”
“My husband Carl.” She waved to the audience, looking so excited. Thanks to B, we’d both jumped into incest like it was the most natural thing in the world. “The entire world’s going to watch you fuck me live, Mom. Her hot juices bathed my leg. “I spoke to Monique, and she’s so eager to meet you and see you in action.”
I shuddered, picturing the ebony-skinned, curvy beauty who hosted Channel 5’s local
