Người mẹ chồng đáng yêu trong nhà chúng tôi: Yumiko Sakura

Of course they’re fuckin’ real, dipshit.” She stuffed some popcorn in her mouth, muffled her words. The sensation of his cock still freezing, and unfortunately going numb very quickly, only served to heighten his arousal, and he was shaking as he sucked on Celeste’s clit, then Megan’s, drowning in their juices and their moans. It was barely there, muted by the numbness from his frostbite, but it still hurt. He was good at hiding it, really good, but she could still see the way he writhed, sweat beading at his hairline, and the way his cheeks flushed pink. “Please, no, two is enough -”
“Toys don’t decide what’s enough,” Megan suddenly said firmly. One itty-bitty blip on the Universe’s radar that she hadn’t realized she was so hungry for. It only happened a few times in freshman year, but as they progressed through Maymont High, Celeste and Justin had become good friends, and he struggled to keep a hold of himself.