It hissed back out every bit as slowly. Charli thrashed and squealed as her husband screwed the living hell out of her! tube8 Shooting stars detonated like fireworks all over her body. More Gramma-like was the only way Lys could describe it. She had overheard a comment once from one of the old guys who played cards on the overturned cable reel with stacked cement blocks for seats outside the gas station, “That girl was aborned nekkid ‘cuz the Good Lord meant for her to be so.”
Maybe the old fella was right. That’s when Mom got weird, started to anyways. He knew that dude was a pussy. Wait. And only one soft one. What could he demand of the kids that lived to torment his ass? C’mon babe, fuck your pretty girl’s hot wet…”
Charli must’ve gotten that just right.
