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Road trip on Step-bro' Lap

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I groaned when mom told us the seating arrangement. The SUV was packed with bags for the week-long cabin trip. Dad driving, mom in the passenger seat, and me and Jake stuck sharing the back row because the middle was full of coolers and suitcases. Six hours on the road.

Great.

I was still sore from yesterday. My ass had faint belt marks under my shorts and my pussy felt used. I climbed in first and slid to the window side.

Jake got in after me, taking up most of the space like usual. He w
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