Why did they want to speak with me? Clint gulped down my milk. Dumb bitch. Like she hadn’t been an active participant in our incestuous fucking. She whimpered into the kiss. Yes, she is. Clint sank down on the chair between us, his arms slipping around our waists. They were miracles. I found out a moment later. He latched on and suckled from me. “Their juices are all mixing together. It was amazing. His piss spilled out of me, running down to my asshole and soaking my rump. “Oh, Clint, I love you so much,” I moaned, sliding my fingers through his hair. He grinned at me. My hips wiggled back and forth. “Yes, you are. Her breath rippled through the curls of my bush. That pressure on my chest relaxed. Hot winds of rapture gusted through me.
