Taboo Heat: Tales Too Hot To Handle
I asked, holding up my cup.
Roger took my cup, stared at my rigid nipples, then smiled. "Of course, Mom. Whatever makes you happy."
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The first text came around nine Lexi, in the stall, shorts and panties around her ankles. Two fingers spread her sex, revealing the wet, pink inside and a trail of white running out. "No touching, right?" was the message. I didn't respond.
At one, my phone pinged again: Lexi, in the locker room, alone, naked, sitting on one of the benches, a dildo fully inserted, her nipples rigid. "I watched all the girls in the shower. I think I'd like to try a girl. Wanna watch?"