Craving Her Step-dad’s Hot Load Down Her Throat

I’ve had to persuade Mom to buy me a bar fridge, just so that we don’t suffer malnutrition. Ignoring the pile of hair that we’d created, I stood up, removed my top, and arched my back with pleasure as Brandon began to nip and bite at my rosy-red nipples. XXX We tried hiding it from her, at least at first, but we’re out of control now—it’s a struggle not to meet up in the middle of the school day and fuck. But that wouldn’t be true now, would it? I needed Brandon to do it. Even after his first six orgasms of the day, it was a torrent, a veritable tidal wave of semen. His need drove him—all the hormones of being a teenager, amplified by his transformation. “He needs this,” I told myself. He wanted it, I needed it, and I was extremely persuasive. It felt like it had been weeks, months, years since I’d

Craving Her Step-dad’s Hot Load Down Her Throat

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