Wet & Wicked: Forbidden Collection Of Lust
I pulled off Rafe’s cock just enough to cry, spit was stringing to the head, “Daddy… Uncle Dex… Uncle Rafe… I’m yours, all of you, please don’t stop—”
“That’s our girl,” Dex snarled, slamming deeper, his balls slapping my ass, the sound was wet and filthy. “Fuck, she’s tighter than I dreamed. Years, Skylar. Years I waited to hear you say Uncle while I’m buried in you.”
Rafe’s hand fisted my hair, and guided me back on his shaft, and he whispered, “Photo twenty-two. You in the sundress. Now you’re on it.” He thrust slowly, making me gag, tears on my lashes, his other hand reaching to pinch my free nipple, the one without wax.
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