The rest of her Tumblr was a collection of pictures, apparently of things she wanted me to do to her. XXX Maybe she had, he thought, as he clenched his buttocks and thrust as deeply as he could into his aunt’s warm, wet mouth.”
His hands found her breasts, squeezing them hard, digging his nails into the aureoles the way the men on Tumblr always seemed to do with their sluts “Their sluts,” he thought. “She’s online now.”
Moments later, he was letting himself into his aunt’s house. “Tell everyone who’s slut you are.”
“Yours, baby,” Bridgette moaned, still lost in the climax that topped off her marathon edging session. Usually it was “cum dump” or “fuck toy.” In one, she was kneeling on the floor with her hands clasped behind her neck, totally naked and the the words “My name is Fuckpig and I need a Master” were scrawled across her torso.
