Christine, on the other side of the door, couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Indian porn I needed her emotionally exercised—frustrated and angry, so that the second phase would be acceptable. Now, here, was an invitation to make it real—forever. “Ugh!” Jessie’s head fell backward as she grabbed her knees with her arms. Listening wasn’t going to be enough. I find myself thinking three steps ahead of everyone around me—I can almost read their minds—it is so creepy, but I fuckin’ love it! “Go deeper, bitch.” Jessie pushed her head back down. Jessie took her mother’s finger out of her ass. Our eyes locked onto each other’s for a second longer than necessary—something was happening here, I could feel it where it mattered most. In fact, you have IT right now, you’ve just forgotten it.”
“Jesus Christ, what the fuck do you know!”
It was strange to hear my mother cuss, but I liked it. “Mmmmmmm, my angel has such a sweet little potty-mouth.” Janet whispered, as her tongue slid into place—sucking her daughter’s proudly engorged clit between her wet, puckered lips.