Shaking my head, I finished cleaning up and padded down the hall to my room. I smiled, the buzz of my orgasm making me feel giddy as I began to giggle. Hentai My hands continued over my shoulders and down my body. I glanced at myself in the digging mirror, running my hands down my generous figure and slipping off the boyshort panties. Loved tasting myself on him, on my roommate’s lips, whatever tasted of my cunt I wanted to taste. Dad? I mulled that over for a moment, worrying at a bite of pork and potatoes. Taking a deep breath, I glanced at the unlocked bathroom door again, weighing the risk of being caught against the intense desire to pleasure myself at that moment. Read 20568 times |
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“Yeah, Dad,” I replied, taking a sip of Coke. And then I rounded the bend and could see the old farmhouse I
