Them inside one another, soft laughter echoing in the room, candles lit, just her and the girl she loved. "Yes," Chloe whispered, her legs lifting. "Y...ah," Becky whispered darkly, fucking her with two fingers, feeling her tighten and clench around her. Chloe grasped at her hips, her mouth parted, her eyelids heavy. She rubbed her clit with her thumb and she moved inside of her, finding where her G-spot should be. Chloe arched, her insides coating her with more wetness. "Don't you dare come,". ”I drove into town with him and looked at the bike, he was right; a tiny little hole had been drilled through the fuel line. But who? Why? As I loaded it into the truck a local cop came in. “Hey guys who’s this?” he said in a firm overprotective cop voice.“Hey this guy was camping out in the woods the night that guy was attacked”“Really? Why the fuck didn’t you tell me that before?”“Oh shit he didn’t have anything to do with it. He was out there with his pretty little wife on a second honey. Slowly she began pumping up and down on his shaft. Again her cum squirted on to his cock, the wetness clearly visible to me."Dam girl, I've never been with a woman who could do that. You are so wet, you feel so good" Marcus pulled her to him again, kissing her passionately, like a man in love. "Well I've never been with a anyone like you either, no one has ever made me so wet, my god I becoming addicted to this." Barb exclaimed. I began feeling uneasy about what was happening. Then I realized. Not long after, Jenny and I headed off to bed. Dillon looked smug as he said goodnight. He knew what was coming, his aunt's pussy. But I couldn't protect her even if she wanted me to. Dillon would just fuck me instead, and my pussy was so sore. I was actually scared of his cock. It was like he wielded a weapon that couldn't be defeated. I blamed myself for making him into this monster.Jenny and I changed into t-shirts and panties, climbing into bed together."Night, s*s," Jenny said, kissing my.