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“Kinda,” she answered honestly. Even if her body was no indicator, I was worried her moans were going to make her mother come downstairs. You haven’t met my mother. Taylor’s world had her having sex… apparently, usually more frequently than once every three months. Before long, she was guiding me to her other breast, and I found myself getting light-headed with horniness while using every technique I just learned. “Yeah, sorry,” she repeated. I guess there were worse fates than mine. “Don’t look at me, I don’t have an opinion,” she replied with a mouth full of sandwich. Taylor scrambled to her desk, her 5’3 frame quickly molding into her chair. I didn’t often swear at my brother like that. Instead, she sipped her drink slowly. I took my hands off of Taylor’s breasts, breathing heavily. Be honest.”
“She wants to at least be friendly with you. Was it a good thing? “Um, yeah,” she mumbled. A zoomed-in picture of just Taylor’s pussy, spread by her two fingers. “That was fast,” she commented. “Well if I wanna imagine it, I gotta know the l-”
“Fine, Mandarin.”
“The hell is Mandarin?!” she asked ludicrously, looking around.
