“Other than her weird choice in hair color, what’s so unusual about a politician having an affair?”
“Yeah, that hair is a bit much,” Mary giggled. “I love your tits, slut,” I moaned, looking down at Desiree’s happy, nut-brown face. desi xxx I jumped, and saw Violet sitting at the dining room table, her laptop in front of her. “Chastity if it’s a girl, and it will be a girl, Mary. Not a son to take after you?”
I snorted with laughter. I sat at my desk in our shared office. 51’s juices on my cock lubed me up, and Desire furiously rubbed her tits up and down on my cock as we crawled up 9th Street. Both mother and daughter pressed their bodies against me, and ran their hands across my muscled chest. Women were fondling Desiree’s breasts, scooping up my cum and reverently eating their God’s seed.
