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The Wrong Send: Quicky Kitchen Sins😈(Finals)

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last update publish date: 2026-04-07 01:14:43
The cheers from the TV were still echoing when Dad slumped back onto the couch, grinning like an idiot. “El, be a good girl and grab us a couple more beers from the fridge, yeah? And some of those wings Mom made earlier.”

My legs were still shaky from the orgasm Uncle Ray had just forced out of me under the blanket and shorts soaked. I could feel my own cum slick between my thighs.

I stood up fast. “Sure, Dad.”

Before I could take two steps, Ray’s deep voice cut in, smooth as ever. “I’ll h
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