He runs his hand up and down her bare arm, then makes eye contact with Brady for a hot second before he lets his hand wander further: the top of her thigh, the curve of her ass. He’s just taken a sip of his own before he turns and sees his son Brady, home on college break, his eyes wide and astonished. XXNX He gets to see her ride her fingers as she suckles the flushed fat head of his dick. He sighs a little as he shakes himself off, circling the rim of her mug with his cockhead and then tucking himself back in his briefs. Brady watches her go, then swivels his eyes toward his father. “She used to-“ Brady starts, then breaks off and shifts guiltily. “Nothing was as good as seeing Breanne’s mouth stretched around my fingers that night, Nothing was ever as good as seeing my baby sister’s mouth filled with my come.”
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They don’t plan it, but they’re both pretty buzzed when Breanne gets home: a half dozen beer bottles litter the table and Doug’s pretty sure he can still smell the last joint hovering in the air, barely covering the thick scent of come.
