Who else had I bred? “Oh, god,” I whimpered. xxx hd “Oh, no,” I groaned as the painful contraction rippled through my stomach. “Mom!” she gasped, and then my daughter came. My round breasts jiggled as I squirmed there and enjoyed my teacher’s ministrations. Like me, she was half-Japanese. Thompson’s digits. I think that would be something to enjoy.”
“Thank you, Mistress!” I moaned as more wax fell on my tits. It was incredible. “Hey!” I gaped as Mrs. “At least three times a week,” Mom added. Well, one of us knocked her up, anyway. I had been bred by Sarah. The pressure built in my ovaries. They were like the cuffs used to bind mental patience. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Shannon Baker
Did you know having a sex-obsessed little sister who was nine-months pregnant could be a problem? Her nipples brushed mine, fat and delicious.
