”
I continued, “Now we don’t let everyone know about this, we keep it private
. I told them I would wash them and finish up.
. Irregular pules & creaks were soon the slap-slap pace of pressed flesh, near-foot long leaps & plummets of hard-wide travel, Gretchen’s buns mashing George’s balls, the girl in a heat and in pursuit of the first orgasm that she’d come by honestly, the last of her virginities a smear of pink painted at her father’s groin; Eleanor made her mother’s face a shiny frosting of her own writhing lesbian-esque lusts, then crawled out from under Maggie’s mouth for her turn to climb aboard George and begin the same labored descent as had Gretchen. Gretchen & Eleanor were soon locked together in climax and crying out muffled into each’s muff and Bridget shook & twitched at what remained of her orgasm, her last stabs at herself slow & savoring, her smell wafting up her front between her and her daddy as if any further evidence was necessary
”
I continued, “Now we don’t let everyone know about this, we keep it private
. I told them I would wash them and finish up.
. Irregular pules & creaks were soon the slap-slap pace of pressed flesh, near-foot long leaps & plummets of hard-wide travel, Gretchen’s buns mashing George’s balls, the girl in a heat and in pursuit of the first orgasm that she’d come by honestly, the last of her virginities a smear of pink painted at her father’s groin; Eleanor made her mother’s face a shiny frosting of her own writhing lesbian-esque lusts, then crawled out from under Maggie’s mouth for her turn to climb aboard George and begin the same labored descent as had Gretchen. Gretchen & Eleanor were soon locked together in climax and crying out muffled into each’s muff and Bridget shook & twitched at what remained of her orgasm, her last stabs at herself slow & savoring, her smell wafting up her front between her and her daddy as if any further evidence was necessary
”
I continued, “Now we don’t let everyone know about this, we keep it private
. I told them I would wash them and finish up.
. Irregular pules & creaks were soon the slap-slap pace of pressed flesh, near-foot long leaps & plummets of hard-wide travel, Gretchen’s buns mashing George’s balls, the girl in a heat and in pursuit of the first orgasm that she’d come by honestly, the last of her virginities a smear of pink painted at her father’s groin; Eleanor made her mother’s face a shiny frosting of her own writhing lesbian-esque lusts, then crawled out from under Maggie’s mouth for her turn to climb aboard George and begin the same labored descent as had Gretchen. Gretchen & Eleanor were soon locked together in climax and crying out muffled into each’s muff and Bridget shook & twitched at what remained of her orgasm, her last stabs at herself slow & savoring, her smell wafting up her front between her and her daddy as if any further evidence was necessary
