113 G25

113 G25

He groaned, his hands sliding through my spy hair, his blue eyes sparkling with heat. His mouth was starting to fall open. I couldn’t muster a deep enough tug breath say anything as I started stroking my boner, jacking off for my step-daughter while she probed the end of her mother’s sex toy between the folds of her body. “Still hurt a bit does it?” he asked concerned, as if he weren’t the root cause of it in the first place.

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