I savored my tangy juices, lapping up the side of his cock while Mom watched. XXX “Yes, show you,” I said, my pussy clenching. He fucked me like a whore. His t-shirt faded over the years, a black tar forever embedded in the fabric that I never could get out. Jalal already moved, getting behind me. She smacked my ass. Her eyes were so intense, watching me, studying my technique. Jalal moaned. He’s noticed that whorish body of yours developing. My tongue plunged into his mouth. Leyla whimpered while I let out a throaty groan of delight. “Oh, yes, Leyla. He put arm arm around me, holding me with such a possessiveness, a huge grin on his face. My own orgasm built and built as I kissed him so hard. “Ooh, yes, Jalal, pound your sister’s snatch. I didn’t know it was possible. His thick beard scratched so deliciously at my face.
