“He’s my man, Alicia. Okxxx Damn, I loved her. “Take off your top, Alicia. Just like you wanted.”
“You…wanted me, Clint?” Alicia asked, her voice small. Her breast was so cute. The sounds issued from my throat. Her lips kissed me a little harder, a little bolder, almost begging me to kiss her back. She obeyed. I kept pinching Alicia’s nipple, making her squirm. I moaned, kissing my big brother so hard, squirming beneath him, my pussy on fire despite my orgasm. “Masturbating.”
“I don’t spend all my time masturbating,” I protested. His father, the man I thought of as Uncle Clinton, was also my father. He would cum in me. I didn’t need anyone. Hard. Then her lips sucked my fingers into her mouth.
