SORRY, NOT YOURS ANYMORE
She gasped, and went on, as though his dick was hitting all the right places.
“I fuck you better than your husband,” Uncle Stephan said, a slanted smile stretching his lips as he worked his waist.
My mother made a throaty groaning sound, and said, “Of course, now make me cum.”
I looked at them, my eyes were like saucers, my mouth hanging open.
I was shocked by what I was hearing, but the thought of watching them fuck, the sluttery and taboo words leaving them, only made it more exciting to watch.
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