”His hands found her breasts, squeezing them hard, digging his nails into the aureoles the way the men on Tumblr always seemed to do with their slut... “Their sluts,” he thought. “My slut. Aunt Bridgette is my slut now.”The thought was enough to send him over the edge and he came straight down the back of her throat. Groaning, he hissed out, “That’s it, take it all, whore,” as he pulled his cock from her mouth sending jets of hot cum across her face and into those wide, wild green eyes. She was. Bout the size of my own, a bit different, but a lot the same. His dick had that red color like mine gets when I'm super horned.First I touched it. I touched it with my fingers and it jerked, it flexed reminding me that it was alive, that this was real. The skin was soft but covering something so hard. It wasn't like touching my own cock. It felt different. I gave it a couple of jerks watching a thick drop of fuck goo appear. The weed, the weed, I told myself. I stuck my tongue to it, just a. She never in her life felt as hot as she did just then, not even when she was abed with a fever. She needed to strip, to shed her clothes, to try to cool off. Willow turned in her father’s arms put hers around his neck and clung to him, her breasts flattened against his chest, his hands on the swell of her butt pulled her tighter to him. She rocked her hips and felt the intimacy of his erection pressed against her Mons pubis.They stood quietly, building more passion then he pushed her back. I got my hand up just in time to prevent the phonefrom sailing over my head. I opened my mouth to say ... something, Iwasn't sure what. But the intense look on her face pulled me up short.Frowning in concentration, she extended a hand in front of her, herdelicate fingers and thumb outstretched as if they were gripping a ball.She glanced at me, gave a half smile and spoke some quiet words in alanguage I didn't understand."What-" The mystified question was still forming on my lips when sherotated.