Not showering! Porn I was definitely stealing Dusk’s cheer outfit and wearing it to bed tonight. My mind did not want to work. What’s the best part of having sex with Dad.”
“When he cums in me,” I said. She whimpered, her pussy clenching down on me. “Oh, Daddy.”
“Uh-huh,” I grunted. I kept it wrapped up, so it didn’t have to dry. I leaned down past Dusk and smelled my fresh juices and his salty musk. “Don’t hear showering,” Mom called again. My lips slid up and down his cock. The tinkerer playing with his inventions. Dean pulled on black slacks, a blue dress shirt, and a dark-red tie with silver threading woven into it.
