We Got That Good Love
  • LETTURE 48
  • Voti 1
  • Parti 3
  • Tempo 14m
  • LETTURE 48
  • Voti 1
  • Parti 3
  • Tempo 14m
In corso, pubblicata il giu 25, 2018
Per adulti
This wasn't right. He's my stepbrother, but he's so perfect.  His lips pressed against my neck, and I moaned softly. 

"Stop." I moaned, as he starting trailing kisses down my stomach.

"Are you sure?" He asked slowly, as he pulled off my underwear. 

"Y-Yes. You're my stepbrother." I stuttered as I gripped his hair. 

"Fine." He muttered lifting his head and starting to stand up. 

"Wait, just keep going." I  moaned softly.
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