My cock slid in and out of the wonderful, velvety grip of her cunt. I put her glass into the dishwasher. Milf sex It was why we had been best friends for as long as either of us could remember. My hands slid up her stomach, cupping her tits as I pressed her face close to the window. Discipline your cousins for her. “Damn, Melody,” he groaned, staring at my sexy underwear, stroking the high cut legband. Dad liked home-cooked meals. “So you better do your homework well,” Melody said, bumping her shoulder into me. It was…wrong. I wanted to reach out and take her hand, holding it. My pussy clenched. She wore a tank top. I was scared of taking this step. I flopped onto my bed, my eyes suddenly heavy. She just started as a freshman at my school. Our cum mixed together. I didn’t care that incest was wrong. My nipples tingled as they rubbed against my tank top, pressing into his muscular chest.
