Chapter 2: Kryssie’s Problem

My internal clock woke me at five. I had been getting up at five o’clock for the past seven years, no matter how much or how little sleep I had the night before, and it had become a habit. Nobody else was awake, so I tiptoed into Krys’ room to get some dry gym shorts. As I expected, she was out for the count, in pretty much the same position I had left her in.

I put on my sneaks and walked down to the lobby to go for a run. The night concierge told me that the neighborhood was pretty safe, so I went out and ran around the block for a half hour. I usually try to run five miles a day, but I didn’t know when the others would wake up, so I settled for thirty minutes.

I went back up to the suite to shower and change. Krys’ door was still closed, but Pop and Sarah’s was open and their bedroom was empty. A knock at the door was the bellhop with my uniform and Pop’s business clothes. I signed for them and jumped in the shower.

When I was through showering, Sarah and Pop had returned from working out in the fitness center. They were wearing the swimsuits they had purchased at the front desk. Sarah’s lovely tits strained the fabric of the small bodysuit, and when she saw me come out of the bathroom in just a towel, she caught her breath a little and I saw her thimble-sized nipples harden! She smiled at me brightly and said, “Me next!” as she pushed past me into the bathroom. I turned to catch a glimpse of her fabulous ass before she closed the door.

Pop put on a t-shirt and a pair of my flip-flops so we could go down to hit the hotel’s free breakfast bar for some eggs and ham and waffles and such. He looked a little worried, and I asked him what was up.

He sighed. “Just the jitters. I keep looking for something wrong with this deal.”

“What’s up, Pop?” I asked. “If you feel that weird about it, don’t do it.”

“This is too good to just pass up, son.” Pop took a deep breath. “Okay, here’s some of what’s going on.”

“We’re buying all these car lots from a guy named Walt Giancosimo. He’s the brother of Fast Freddy Giancosimo, the Florida mob boss. Walt says he’s ready to retire to his house in Barbados, and he wants to sell to me because I’m GM’s golden boy in Texas right now. GM has given him their blessing, and their accountants say all the numbers look good, but I still think that I’m missing something somewhere.”

Pop waggled his fork at me. “Here we have one of the biggest car dealers in Texas, with a known mob connection, that suddenly wants to get rid of seven successful dealerships all at once, just so he can go dig for clams in the islands. I don’t buy it for a second.”

Pop was leaning close, so that only I could hear him. “Just his brother was enough to make me smell a rat, but I found out something else, something that really makes me uneasy.”

“What’s that, Pop?” I asked cautiously. My pop doesn’t scare easy, and if he was worried about something, it was worth worrying about.

“Your uncle Miles was in Detroit last week for a GM Service Award convention.” (He was referring to Miles MacIlhenney, his longtime service manager and best friend. I’ve called him’Uncle Miles’ pretty much my whole life.) “He was shooting the bull with a couple of old friends at dinner one night, one of whom works in Franchising. He told Miles to congratulate me on acquiring the new Lubbock franchise, and being selected over the other dealer that had been lobbying hard to acquire it. Guess who that other dealer was!”

I didn’t have to guess. “Walt Giancosimo,” I said grimly.

“Right in one,” Pop said. “So now, I’m about to go sign a contract with the brother of a known mobster, that told me he’s been wanting to retire and move to the islands for a couple of years now, is ready to give up ownership of seven profitable car lots in order to do so, but was doing his best to beat me out of a franchise assignment only two months ago.”

Every alarm in my head was blaring! “It stinks, Pop,” I said. “This smells like jaguar shit in the jungle in July! He’s still after that Lubbock franchise, you can bet your ass on it! What’s his angle, though?”

“Dunno. That’s why Sarah suggested insisting on a back door in the acquisition agreement,” Pop said. “We’re demanding an escape clause that gives us up to a year before we close the sale. We’ll be able to walk away from the whole deal and be held harmless if we find anything illegal or unmentioned in the sales agreements. I figure Walt’s gonna make his move, whatever it is, the minute we’ve given up all our available cash in closing the sale. If we can figure out what’s up his sleeve and beat it, then we get seven car dealerships for the sweetest deal in Texas history. He’ll have to give us a year to suss it out, otherwise we don’t sign.”

“We gotta figure out their angle, Pop.” I said. “Especially Walt’s brother. We gotta find out how Fast Freddy’s involved in those lots, because for this kind of money, I’d bet my last dollar that he is.”

Pop brightened and clapped me on the shoulder. “I agree. I wanted to let you get settled in at the house this weekend, and next week I planned on you, me, Sarah, and Miles sitting down for a powwow. This might be the deal of a lifetime for us, and we’re gonna see if we can beat Walt’s hand, or pick up our chips and find another game.”

I smiled back at him. “That’s my Pop,” I chuckled. “Tells me, ‘C’mon home, son, and help me run the car lots! Oh, by the bye, we’re gonna take on the mob!’ Never a dull moment in Centeral City!”

Pop laughed. “Don’t say anything to Krys about all this, okay? Sarah knows, but teenagers talk, and somebody might say the wrong thing to the wrong person at the wrong time, if you get my drift.”

I nodded my understanding. We fixed a plate for Sarah and nabbed a couple pieces of fruit for Krys, and headed upstairs. When we got back to the suite, Sarah had changed into the black dress she had worn the day before. Her hair and makeup were perfect. She had added a black short-sleeved blazer she had in the limo to her ensemble, and she looked very professional. Very professional and very hot!

“Thanks for the breakfast, baby.” she told her husband. “Get showered and dressed quick, we need to be in Irving by ten.” She sat in the recliner to eat. Pop gave her a mock salute, winked at me and went into the bathroom.

After he closed the door, Sarah took a bite of egg and said conversationally, “Krystal’s sleeping like a baby. You must have fucked her brains out last night.”

My jaw dropped. I was taken completely off guard. (I was to find out that Sarah has a knack for that. She can be as demure and elegant as anyone I’ve ever known, but when she wants to, she’ll floor your ass with a blunt comment.) I sat there catching flies for a moment, and then tried to mumble something inane, but she just waved me off and kept on eating. She had pulled her chestnut hair back into a ponytail, and with her glasses and black suit and all, she looked just like a shrink.

“I don’t know how much Kryssie’s told you, Kenny,” my gorgeous brunette stepmother continued, “but you should know that she has some issues. She’s been diagnosed as hypersexual, and sometimes her behavior is beyond her control. She believes that sex is the only way to get a man to like her. She can’t stop herself.”

“Hunh?” I inquired intelligently.

Sarah paused. “Krystal’s’ father abandoned us when she was almost two, and I was pregnant with Jackie. I didn’t have time to worry much about Krys, what with being a single mother with a toddler and another one in the oven and all. I put her in daycare at the local Catholic school and did my best to make ends meet. I tended bar full time for five years and did online college classes at night, and finally earned my business degree.”

“After that, I was able to support myself and the girls more comfortably, but it was lonely.” Sarah continued, her gaze losing focus as she remembered. “We lived in a rented duplex, and I had begun sleeping with our married landlord just for the sex. I got home early one day from work and walked in on Kryssie sucking his cock.”

“Well, of course, out went the landlord and in came the shrink. I thought that perhaps Krys had been molested and traumatized in some way by the event, but then the shrink told me that Kryssie was the one who initiated the incident.”

“He told me that apparently the nuns in the parochial school I sent Kryssie to didn’t pay a lot of attention to how their little pupils interact. When she was eight or nine, the other little girls at school teased her for not having a father. She asked one of the nuns what was wrong with kids that didn’t have a father, and of course the nun made her feel like she had done something horrible for even asking the question, and lectured her with a bunch of medieval crap. She was made to feel like she had done something horrible because her mother wasn’t married.”

“The poor girl had all this going on in her head, and then one day, a short while after that, she walked in on me having sex with a date. While I was showering, she walked up to the guy, I don’t even remember his name, and asked him, ‘Are you going to be my daddy?” He laughed and told her, ‘Not me, but your mom’s sure doing the right thing to get you one!”

I groaned and hid my face in my hands. “Oh my God. I think I see where this is going.”

Sarah nodded. “Yup. Ever sense then, Kryssie’s felt like she’s had to have sex with a man to get him to like her. She’s been to four different shrinks, and they all agree she’s hyper-sexual. Nymphomania, they used to call it. She’s been told that real love doesn’t involve sex a hundred times, but she’s never experienced the real thing, so she just can’t understand. The problem is that she enjoys it, even if the men don’t love her. She’s come to believe that she’s a depraved, sick, twisted, unlovable slut. She loathes herself.”

Her smile was an expression of grateful relief. “Then I met your father. He hired me as a consultant three years ago. While Kryssie’s problems had pretty well turned me off of men completely, I admired your dad for his drive, ambition, and vision.”

She smiled in reminiscence. “One day I saw this little old pair of sisters walk into the dealership. They had to be eighty if they were a day. Remember the marketing campaign that included a lifetime warranty on new cars? Well, these little old ladies had pooled their savings and bought a used sedan from your dad when he was drinking, a year before the campaign even started, and had paid cash for it to boot. Problem was that their used car needed a new engine, and they couldn’t afford to pay for it. They had come back to the dealership to see if the warranty applied to them.”

I laughed, knowing my Pop like a book. “Of course it did!”

Sarah chuckled. “I knew for a fact that your dad was spending everything he made to try to get his car dealership out of the hole. He just smiled and winked at those old ladies, though, the way he does, and he told them that of course they were under warranty, and he would not only give them a new engine for their car, he would provide a rental for them while it was in the shop. That’s when I fell in love with him.”

Sarah’s beautiful blue eyes filled with tears. “When your father and I first began to date, I kept him away from my children. I didn’t want to put a temptation like Kryssie in his path, I was scared that both he and my daughter would betray me.”

“But I saw the way your father does small kindnesses for people every day. His neighbors, his employees, and he’s ready to do it for perfect strangers all the time. He trains his salesmen to treat every customer that walks in the showroom as a friend that we can help. ‘We’re not here to sell cars, we’re here to help people.’ He really means it.”

I nodded my head. I’d heard that slogan so often while I was growing up that it had gotten to be just noise to me. Pop really tried to live by it, though.

“I got to know him better, and discovered your father is one of the kindest, most loving men I’ve ever known.” Sarah continued, “His only regret was driving you away. He wants very much to make up for that, Ken.” I nodded again. “Bobby’s attitude of service to others and giving back to the community is what turned his business around, not some stupid marketing ploy. I married him a year after we started dating.”

Sarah looked at me frankly, and I could see in her face the conflicting emotions she was fighting hard to control. “Krys wanted a father, but she also wants sex with every man around her. The doctors had prescribed antidepressants for her, but the pills turned her into a zombie or made her sick, and she soon got to where she wouldn’t take them. I tried changing her schools twice. She was fucking the teachers, the students, the janitor, everybody!” Sarah started to cry. “I finally had to home school her. She was wild, out of control! By some miracle, she hadn’t picked up HIV or some other STD, or get into street drugs.”

“What did you do?” I asked. I couldn’t stand seeing her cry!

“I married your father.” she answered, sniffing back her tears as she smiled! “I decided that if I couldn’t keep Krys under control, I could at least give her to a decent, kind man, the kind of father she had always needed and wanted.”

Sarah straightened, blinking back the tears and smiling that sneering grin that turns me on so much. “And it’s worked!” she said simply. “Your father understands what’s going on with Krys, and loves her all the more for it. I know he’s out of his mind in love with me and I trust him completely.”

“I asked him to start having sex with Krys.” she said. “Your father loves me enough to do it for me. Krys is happy to have a father at last, and I know where my daughter is at night. Not a perfect arrangement, but way, way better than it was.”

Sarah looked at me cautiously. “I was apprehensive about you, Kenny,” she said. “I was happy about you and your dad reuniting, for your father’s sake, but concerned for Krys and how a new brother would change things, y’know?” I nodded. “When I met you at the airport, though, and saw you smile and greet us with the same charm and kindness your father has, I thought things might be alright.”

“Then I heard what you told your dad outside the restaurant, about being on his team, telling him you had his back and would do everything possible to help him out. That you would give him the same dedication and loyalty to our family as you would for your brothers in arms.” Sarah’s eyes were brimming with tears again. “I realized then that I had nothing to worry about, and that my daughter would be in good hands.”

“Take Krys with my blessing, Kenny. Keep her satisfied and keep her at home. But I want you to know what you’re getting into. A day may come when you feel she’s betrayed you, or cheated on you. I just want you to realize that she can’t help herself.” She walked over and kissed me on the cheek. “Welcome to the family, Ken. As screwed up as we are, we’re yours and you’re ours.”

I was intoxicated by Sarah’s perfume. I was confused a little, too, wondering if I should feel guilty about balling Kryssie senseless the night before, and knowing full well that I intended to fuck the shit out of Sarah, too, if I ever got the chance!

“Krys will probably sleep for a bit, so you’ll have time to sort out your thoughts.” Sarah said. I wondered if she could read my mind, too! (I still wonder about that fairly often!)

The bathroom door opened and my dad emerged in his boxers, smelling of soap and cologne. He looked quizzically at Sarah, and she said, “I told Kenny about Krys, Bobby. Everything.”

Pop looked at me apprehensively. “I hope you’re okay with all this, pal. We’ve got a lot going on in the family right now, and I really hope you can handle it. But if all this is just too weird for you, I’ll understand. It’s weird for me, too.”

I stood and hugged my dad. Then I hugged Sarah. “I’ve got some adjusting to do, all right,” I said “but let me set your minds at ease about one thing, at least. I’m here for the long haul. You guys are my family no matter what, for better or for worse. I’ll give you everything I have and break the neck of anybody that tries to harm us. Especially Krys.”

Sarah exclaimed “Oh!” and flew to wrap her arms around me, sobbing. My dad stood there in his boxers, holding the hangar with his freshly pressed trousers, tears in his eyes. Then he sat down and put his head in his hands and gave a huge sob. Sarah went to sit next to him and hugged him tight.

“You see, baby?” she said to him. “I told you he had to know! I knew he wouldn’t run away again! He’s your son, through and through!”

Dad composed himself and sat with his elbows on his knees, hands clasped in front of him and looked at the floor for a long moment. He looked so vulnerable! He began to speak in a low voice, so quiet that I had to kneel in front of him to hear.

“Ever since I married Sarah I’ve been wondering how you would accept our situation, Kenny. I’ve been thinking that I drove you away once, and if I did it again, I’d never see you again. I’ve been scared to death to tell you what’s going on.” He raised his head to look at me, his blue eyes still welling tears.

“Sarah convinced me that you joined the Marines because I couldn’t tell you what was going on with me, and that the only way that you would trust me now was to be straight up with you. Now I know she was right.”

I looked right back at him, tears glistening in my eyes as well. “I was angry, dad. So angry. As angry as an ignorant teenager can get. I was angry at you for losing it. I was angry at mom for getting killed. I was angry at school and the world around me, and I took the first out I could find.”

I gripped Pop’s hand. “I learned a few things about myself in the Corps, though, Pop. I learned that, like you, I’m a man of principle, and never, ever thought that cheating someone else to better my own circumstances is acceptable. Also like you, I’m fiercely loyal to those I love, and the Marines showed me that loyalty, honor, and principle are all any man of integrity has that’s worth anything.”

“One of the things I was angry about was having to watch, as I perceived at the time, as you betrayed yourself and all those principles you taught me. I never thought to put myself in your shoes. Your world had just been destroyed the same as mine had.”

It was my turn to start crying. “I miss her more every day, and I know you do too. She was the glue that held our world together, and then she was gone!” I snapped my fingers. “Just like that!” We were both bawling now, me gripping his arm and him holding my other hand. Sarah was trying to hold us both at he same time.

I walked over to get a cup of coffee and compose myself. “You had to go through that hell alone, Pop, and I did too. But the situation Sarah just told me about with Krys proves that we both learned something from mom’s death.” I took a sip of joe and sniffed, wiping my eyes.

“We learned how to be the glue, Pop!” I looked at my father. “In Afghanistan, I had a squad, and then a company that depended on me to hold it together and make decisions when things went south. You’ve come through your hell, licked it, and pulled a valuable business back from the brink of failure. Not to mention the accomplishment of earning not only the respect, but also the love and trust of one of the most incredible women I’ve ever had the pleasure to meet.” I raised my coffee cup to Sarah, who smiled gratefully, if tearfully.

I continued, “You’ve been the glue that’s held the world together for Sarah and her mixed-up family. Now our world is about to get a whole lot larger, and you’ll hold that together, too!”

Dad straightened up and gave a small grin. “I’ll need your help, son. All of it I can get.”

“You’ll have it. I think I’m already in love with Krys.” I told them. “She’s a little high strung, but there’s a lot more to her than meets the eye.” Sarah grinned and Pop nodded his agreement with my assessment. “She told me yesterday that she’s been sleeping with you, Pop, so this morning wasn’t a complete surprise.”

Pop said, “I was afraid you’d think I was a dirty old man, that I was being selfish and hurtful to both Sarah and to Krys.”

“You?” I laughed. “Selfish and hurtful? How about human, Pop? I mean, think about it! What would any red-blooded, heterosexual man do if someone as spectacular as Krys wanted to sleep with him? She’s a knockout!” I raised my coffee to Sarah again. “Just like her mother!”

Sarah grinned her sexy smile again and winked at me. I felt my cock stir. Jesus, she was hot!

I turned back to my father. “Besides, when Sarah told me that she not only knew and approved of what was going on between you and Krys, but that she had suggested it, I realized that you’re doing your damnedest to help your wife with an impossible situation. How could I judge you for that?”

“What about you, Kenny? How will you handle Krystal’s behavior?” Sarah asked. “Are you the jealous type? She’ll break your heart. What will you do if she wants to sleep around with other men? Your dad?”

“I’ll keep her happy, Sarah.” I said confidently. “If she still wants to sleep with Pop, it’s okay with me. I love and trust him and his motives. I don’t have the right or the desire to take away her security blanket. But she’ll stay at home with us. Pop and I are everything she’s been looking for.”

“You sound pretty confident in yourself,” my gorgeous stepmom said with a skeptical smile. “You’ve only known her a day, after all.”

“I’ve had a bit of experience with shrinks and antidepressants myself, Sarah,” I said. “My experience is that psychiatric medicine is at best an experiment. I got more help from fellow veterans than I ever did from a shrink. My bros helped me to learn to live with myself the way I am, while all the shrinks did was poke pills at me and say, ‘let’s see if this works.”

“Do you remember what I said to Krys at the restaurant yesterday?” I asked. “When I told her that I would always treat her like a lady and defend her honor? And that she can have anything of mine she wants to make her feel safe?”

“I remember.” replied Sarah, “But I thought you were just schmoozing her.”

“I meant every word of it. Krys is perfect, just the way she is, even with all her problems and self-doubt. Se just needs to find that out for herself. I intend to do my best to be her father, lover, or friend, whichever she needs. I’m going to be her glue.” I waved to include both her and dad. “Along with you two.”

Pop clapped a hand on my shoulder and said, “I love you, son,” while Sarah hugged me tight. I kissed her forehead and curbed my desire to grab her gorgeous ass!

“Jesus!” Pop yelled. “Look at the time!” He started pulling on his clothes hurriedly. Sarah grabbed her laptop and picked up the phone to call for the limo.

“Sorry, guys,” I said, “I hope you’re not late.”

Pop tucked in his shirt. “Just grab that tie, would you Sarah? I’ll tie it in the car.”

He looked at me and smiled. “Don’t worry about us getting there a little late, son. The deal won’t happen until we show up. This little chat with you has done more for me than any amount of money ever could, and I wouldn’t have missed it for the world! The Marines have not only made you a man, they’ve made you thoughtful, and wise.”

I laughed. “If I’m thoughtful and wise, it wasn’t the Marines that did it, Pop. It was you.”

He smiled big and gave me a wink and a hug. I followed them to the door. Sarah kissed my cheek and left. Pop hugged me again and whispered in my ear, “Kryssie likes it rough in the morning.” Then he, too, was gone, and I was left alone for the day in a five star hotel suite with my nympho stepsister!

I thought about Pop’s parting words. Then I took off my shorts and went back to Krys’ bedroom, where she was still snoring gently. I opened the blinds, and morning Texas daylight flooded the room!

“Jesus,” Krys complained, pulling her pillow over her head. “Lemmee sleep!”

I strode over to the side of the bed and said sternly, “I told you to quit calling me Jesus! Suck my cock!” I reached down and grabbed her hair, yanking her to me and shoved my stiffening prick into her mouth!

“What the – Mmmph!” Her protest was muffled by hard cock! She wiggled around and tried briefly to push me away, but then I felt her swirl her tongue around my thick shaft and her hands caressing my bare ass!

“Mmmmmm,” she hummed, her desire rising at my ungentle touch!

“That’s why they call it a hummer,” I thought idly as she sucked my meat. I began fucking my now fully erect member in and out of Kryssie’s mouth. She had turned her naked body to lie on her stomach in front of me, putting her gorgeous figure and hot, naked ass on display for my lustful eyes! I knelt down against the mattress so my cock would be on the same level as her face, allowing me to cram more hard fuck stick into her eager, sucking mouth!

She grabbed the cheeks of my ass to pull them closer, slapping and clawing my muscled glutes! I shoved more cock in her mouth, curious to see how much she could take. She started to gag, but then swallowed rapidly to allow my cock to slip down her throat! She swallowed my cock, all of it, my fat ball sack caressing her chin! My beautiful blonde stepsister hummed with delight when I bent forward to gently caress the sweet globes of her perfect ass!

“Mmmmm,” she hummed again, her hands pinching and squeezing my ass! I watched the incredible sight of her hot mouth stretched around the base of my thrusting cock, and felt her tongue trying to lick the fleshy shaft that gently pumped in and out of her throat. She slipped her finger up my ass!

“Awww, that’s good, slut, you deep throated whore!” I growled. “Suck my meat! Fuck my ass with your finger, just like I’m about to fuck your slutty asshole with hard dick!

I pumped harder. “Mmmph!! Nnnnn! Nnh! Nnh! Nnh!” Krys was on her knees, fucking my asshole with her fingers, her gorgeous ass twitching back and forth! She went rigid, and gleming streams of girl juice began to squirt out of her cunt and onto the bed. She was cumming while I fucked her throat!

When she went limp, I pulled my turgid rod from her throat, grabbed the baby oil from the nightstand, and hopped onto the bed straddling her ass, slathering her ass and my dick with baby oil.

“Look at the mess you made on this bed, you fucking slut! You’re not getting away with that shit!” I spanked both of her perfect ass cheeks, six hard swats each, until they glowed a rosy red!

“Aaaahhhgg! I’m sorry daddy! Stop! Please stop!” Kryssie begged. “I won’t be bad anymore!!I swear! Fuck me daddy! I’ll do any thing you want! Fuck me!” The nympho teen was out of her mind with excited pain and lust! I grabbed her bright red ass cheeks hard and yanked them apart as far as I could. The horny blonde teen reached back to guide my big wang to the pink rosebud of her anus!

“Ahhhhhh, fuck! Fuck me daddy! Fuck your little girls asshole! Aaahhhgggg!”

I wasn’t gentle. I skewered her asshole, driving my throbbing cock deep into her ass over and over! I pinned the back of her neck to the pillow, plunging my cock deeper with every bit of force two hundred pounds of solid muscle could muster!

“Aaaaiiieeeeee!” she screamed! Good thing the sliding door to the balcony wasn’t open, they might have heard her down by the pool! She stiffened and spasmed her orgasm again, her squirting cunt flooding the sheets with sparkling girl juice!

“Bad girl!” I roared, “Soaking the fucking bed again!” I smacked each of her ass cheeks hard a dozen more times! Kryssie flailed her arms and beat the bed while I spanked her beet-red ass, my giant dick plunging in and out of her tortured asshole! “Annhh! Aaaannnnhh! Daddy please! Stop! Fuck me!”

I pulled my turgid rod out of her juicy asshole with a slurp and a pop, grabbed her head shoved it back into her eager mouth!

“Mmmmph!” she whined, her beautiful face glistening with tears from her sound spanking! She fondled my nuts, swirling and twirling her hot tongue around the head of my greasy dick, enjoying the salty goodness! Then she started sucking, moving her head back and forth on the head of my bursting cock, one hand jacking the rock hard shaft, reaching the other around to smack my ass enthusiastically!

“Ooohhh, shit, that’s good! Slurp all of your filthy shit off my cock, you whorish slut! If you don’t swallow all of daddy’s load, he’s gonna fuck your face all day till you do! Suck it! Suck it hard!” The nympho teen began to caress and fondle my cum-filled nuts. She sucked cock for all she was worth!

I felt my explosion coming. “Here it comes, you cocksucking bitch! Swallow my load! I’m cumming all! over! Your!! FACE! AAAHHHHH!”

I blasted my load into her mouth, great gobs of molten spooge! I filled her mouth and spewed more hot spunk all over her face and tits while she giggled with delight! I fell back onto the soaked bed at last, chest heaving, trying to catch my breath.

I looked over to see Krys using a finger to squeegee all of my cum from her tits to suck into her mouth. Then she crawled over to lovingly suck my limp member into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the shaft, releasing it to lick and suck my ball sack, cleaning away all the fuck juices. She clambered atop me for a loving kiss, wiggling with delight and moaning when I popped my thumb and forefinger into her pussy and asshole!