I shivered, savoring the sour musk and how much of a dirty slut I’d become. Sex “No one can predict how the dice will land, Esquire.”
Heat swelled. The deeper I penetrated, the closer I felt to her. Mom licked her tongue across the tip of Deidre’s dick, making her shudder. Deidre’s cock rammed over and over into me, thrusting to the depths of my fertile pussy, stirring such rapture through me. I swiped my tongue over my mom’s asshole. I groaned, shuddering, loving that fact. “I love breeding her.”
“She’s had so much practice,” I giggled, my hands stroking our mother’s thighs, sliding towards my goal: her yummy cunt. Mom turned around, watching her daughters pleasure each other, a wicked grin on her face. I loved it, moaning, my cheek caressing Mom’s as our tongues swirled and danced together in my sister’s spicy depths. “Mmm, did you get out one of my toys, Keily?” Mom groaned. The very womb that birthed me. I loved feasting on her pussy, reveling in the taboo delight of licking my mother, the woman who carried me in her womb for nine months.
