"Terri yanked her hand away from the crutch as if were burning hot andwrapped both of her arms around me. "I'm... I'm so sorry. I just... Idon't know...why I just did that." The police officer nodded as she handed the crutch to Aunt Joan. "Iunderstand. These kinds of domestic situations can get heated prettyquickly." She turned to my father. "Please go back to the squad car,Mister Brighton. I'll be there in a moment."My father opened his mouth as if to speak, paused, and snapped it shut.He. Shit ... it is a little slutty isn't it?"She looked a little dejected."Hey, Kirsten," I said, coming off the floor and slipping up onto a chair, "do you know the one thing that guys like better than a slut?" What's that?" A HOT slut – and that word describes you perfectly ... Hot"With the compliment, one of her time bombs went off and her desire spiked. She was already dripping with the anticipation of feeling scalding cum spraying the back of her throat, and the spike nearly drove her over the. My whole body shook and pulsed as I thrust into him again and again, shooting my load deep into my brother, my arms wrapped around him, and his cum in between our bodies, gluing us together. He lifted his head up and I looked into his eyes as I continued to gasp, moan, and thrust into him. It felt like forever that we looked at each other, cumming simultaneously, both feeling the intense pleasure of the fuck pulsing between his body and mine. After what seemed like an eternity, my cock stopped. “You better count on that.” My arm slides under your body, around your waist and lifting you up on your knees. Continuing the hard fuck I was already giving you, my hand falls down from the sky, searching for its prey. SMACK, the sound echoes through the bedroom as my hand makes painful contact with its target. You wail in delightful pain. Another smack fills the room. You muffle your screams in the pillow, holding onto it for dear life as I propel my body forward, smashing it against your ass..