“I fucking am!” I gasped. I thrust three fingers into my cunt as I licked up that jizz. Porn Michaels!” she moaned. She rippled and writhed around me. My left hand cupped my sister’s shaved twat—when had she done that?—and rubbed up and down her hot flesh. The pressure grew and grew in them. I whimpered and shuddered, my cunt worshiping my digits. I pumped away at her. “Damn, Dolly,” I groaned. Hard. I caressed her with hunger. I loved this. Michaels, you can do it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dean Michaels
Dolly stepped into my classroom the moment June left. “You’re breeding me!” she howled. His balls smacked into me. I sucked in deep breaths. Her back arched, her cum-splattered face twisting in rapture. I would shower her in my jizz. “Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned, her cunt squeezing tight to me.
