“Well, I don’t hear music from Lee’s room,” Melody said as we headed up the stairs. Indian sex He’s so huge. She would do what I wanted. My hand moved, stroking Clinton’s cheek as we kissed. We were both virgins, so no danger of disease, but I could still make her pregnant. Ripples of bliss flowed out of my pussy and washed through my body. My right hand abandoned her breast, sliding down her flat stomach, feeling her muscles ripple as she moved, and shoved between her thighs. He was just like Daddy. “And you’re going to help. “Oh, that was hot. He loved me. I hadn’t even thought about using protection. “Damn, your mouth is so hot. But the face wasn’t as ruddy and weathered as it should be. “Mmm,” she purred, coming awake. Breed your mother.”
“Shit, I love you,” my son said, staring at his half-sister as he rammed his cock into me. But they were having sex. Salty and thick. “Beg for your son’s cock to fuck your pussy and give you what you need.”
“Oh, Lord,” I breathed. And when Clinton died, I had no one to serve. I pushed into my folds and didn’t feel my hymen. My pussy clenched again. The world grew fuzzy with rapture. Your slutty Mommy. Her clit peeked out its sheath, and she moaned as
