His Sister's Keeper
Copyright© 2026 by ghostwritten after dark
Chapter 15
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 15 - Joey and Gwen Tanner, two close and loving siblings, are excited when they arrive for a six week summer vacation near a small lake. One lapse in judgement though, could turn their whole world upside down. To make it through the summer, they'll have to do things they never imagined. Can their bond overcome the challenges ahead, or will they be warped and manipulated into something they never expected.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft ft/ft Teenagers Blackmail Coercion Drunk/Drugged NonConsensual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Brother Sister BDSM Humiliation Light Bond Rough Spanking Gang Bang Group Sex Interracial Black Female White Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration First Facial Oral Sex Petting Squirting Water Sports
Gwen was antsy as she watched Joey leave on his date. She felt her stomach turn into knots, twisting and churning over itself as he got farther away. She was pretty sure it wasn’t from her mom’s three-bean casserole, but not one-hundred percent sure. It would be the first time she’d be apart from her brother since the parties; anytime he left, bad things seemed to happen.
“He’ll be fine, sweetheart...” her mom said as she watched her stare out the window as Joey vanished close to the beach. There was no way for her mother to understand, not without telling the truth about what had been going on.
Gwen tried to hide her crashing waves of anxiety with a joke, “I know, I hope he doesn’t screw it up again. Besides, now I’m going to be bored.”
“You could try meeting someone,” her mom innocently suggested. “You know, a summer fling.”
“Brrrptmfft cough cough” her dad grumbled. “I don’t need to hear about that.”
Her mom snapped at him, “Oh, grow up. She’s a beautiful girl and the right person will come along and sweep her off her feet, like you did with me.”
“That was different,” he argued.
“And why’s that?”
She barely listened to them argue about sexism in the dating world, specifically relating to her own life. She wasn’t interested, it seemed so trivial now after everything that had happened. There was no way they could handle her reality, a current reality that was now without her rock to protect her from the crashing black seas that wanted to drown her. Hands reaching out to pull her from safety, groping and tearing at her body to gain a hold, attempting to pull her into the deep.
After a short time, she retreated to her room, tired of her parents’ chatter. She loved them, of course, but she had spent most of the day hiking with them and her mind had drifted elsewhere. She wanted to be near people, yet also wanted to be alone. She wanted to hide under the covers like she used to do when she was little, to hide from the monsters under her bed. She would call for her big brother and he’d pretend to chase the monsters away, telling her it was safe. She needed him to tell her it was safe.
She found she couldn’t settle down and sporadically bounced from one thing to the other. She tried watching TV but grew bored, doom-scrolled on her phone but got annoyed, tried to read but couldn’t focus ... she couldn’t relax, not without Joey there. She’d already showered after they’d gotten back from hiking though sadly alone since their parents were around. She then changed into some lazy clothes; an old purple tank top and a pair of Joey’s old gym shorts. She had to switch panties as they’d gotten gross and sticky from sweat and drying cum.
She fretted around her room, pacing a small path back and forth to the window. She thought about hopping in the hot tub but felt an unnerving sense of dread when she simply stood outside on the porch. After she retreated inside, she tried to think of other ways to kill time, ultimately deciding on a bath. It wasn’t another shower and it wasn’t as good as the hot tub, but it was something. She filled it with bubbles and scented products, hoping to smell good and soak till the water turned cool. Then as it drained, she thought it would be a good time to shave her legs. She didn’t want to be stubbly when Joey came home; she wanted to be ready for him.
Lathering up her shave-gel, she rubbed it up and down her legs. She made sure she was well coated before passing her safety razor down her legs in clean and even strokes. As always, she made sure to shave around her bikini line, so no little hairs would poke out. She liked having her bush, she felt like it gave her privates privacy in the midst of them being used against her will. It was the one part of her anatomy she could control, and despite some rude comments from others, Todd didn’t seem to care.
The sun set on the horizon and Gwen watched it from her window, hoping her brother would come back soon. She sat on her bed and thought about what Joey and Rachel were doing. She liked Rachel well enough considering she played a big part in trapping them in this situation. It was hard to judge her though, years of constant sexual abuse would do that to just about anyone, even Gwen knew that. Gwen had been doing this for less than three weeks and couldn’t imagine dealing with three months let alone three or more years.
Her parents stopped by before they went upstairs to bed, telling her goodnight. It was just after ten, and she grew increasingly stir-crazy and bored. She felt like a prisoner, trapped in the house because she might be grabbed if she went out. It was ridiculous of course, she knew that; they weren’t waiting for her outside the house with a big net or anything. Besides, Todd had given his blessing for the night off. She tried to imagine what would happen to Renny if he broke that rule behind Todd’s back. That brought a small chuckle, the thought of him wallowing on the ground begging for forgiveness. Maybe she’d even get to pee on his face again; she didn’t like the thought of it, but if anyone deserved it, it was Renny.
She checked her phone once more to see if Joey messaged or checked in but there was nothing. It was low on battery, so she plugged it in and sat to wait some more. After another ten minutes of staring at the wall trying to hold herself together, Gwen picked back up her book and tried to make herself read. She had just started to get back into her book when she was startled by a rapping sound on her window. She nearly had a heart attack and dropped her book face down on the bed. She instinctively rolled to the far side, not that it would have done anything.
“Fucking Joey!” she growled, thinking he had played a prank on her. She walked over to the curtains and threw them open to yell at him but froze at the sight of Todd there instead.
“Open the window,” he said firmly through the panes of glass. Gwen hesitated, scared of what was going to happen. She thought she had the day off, and hoped she’d be safe at home. He scowled when she didn’t do as she was told. Gwen knew that look too well, instinct kicked in and she slid the window open.
“T-Todd ... Wh-what are y-you doing here?” Gwen’s voice trembled as every fear she’d had was about to come true.
Todd’s malevolent grin gave her no comfort. “We’re going out, you and I...” he said with an ominous glee.
Gwen was confused, “Like Joey and your sister?”
The smile crept wider across his lips. “Not exactly, but it is a date. Get dressed.”
She didn’t move, she didn’t understand, “But you gave me the night off, I had your word.” Her voice pleaded for mercy without saying the words. Todd could hear it, he even somewhere deep down felt it, but it couldn’t be helped.
He looked at her, “I did, but you owe me a favor and I’m cashing in, has to be tonight, now get dressed; something ... nice.”
Gwen knew the chicken had come home to roost; that owing Todd anything would come back to bite her in the ass. She gave him one last pleading look, but his expression didn’t change. Trapped with no way out, Gwen was about to close the curtains to change when Todd shook his head. He wanted to watch.
There was something intrusive and wrong, Gwen felt as she pulled off her tank top and dropped her shorts on the ground. This was supposed to be her safe space, and now it was perverted like almost everything else in her life. She had a basic pair of white cotton panties and a similar comfort style bra. She looked at Todd and pointed; a non-verbal question if they were ok. He shook his head; no. Gwen didn’t know if she was going someplace fancy or he just wanted to humiliate her by forcing her to strip for him in her own bedroom. She unhooked her bra and pulled down her panties, standing naked before him once more. She dug through the underwear she brought and found one of the two nicer sets she’d bought. They were a red lace bikini cut panties and matching bra. She’d bought them to go with a red dress she’d got for a school dance. She didn’t expect anyone to see them, at least not anytime soon, they just blended in with the dress and maybe down the line ... she might show them off to a lucky guy ... but not like this.
She hadn’t taken that dress with her on vacation; it was tucked neatly in a garment bag back home. She had to make do with what she had there. She chose a light pink sundress with a white belt; she hadn’t brought much in the way of nice clothes. She also didn’t know where she was going or what she’d be forced to do, so she didn’t want to wear anything that she truly liked. She dressed for Todd, as he watched her put on each piece and nodded his approval. When fully dressed, he made her spin three times, the edges of the dress came dangerously close to lifting up. He seemed to like that.
“Good, you look good. Do you have any makeup?” he asked strangely.
She’d never worn makeup a single day she’d been here. She had brought a small amount, mostly coverup and a few odds and ends. She explained what she had and he chose two things in particular, mascara and eyeliner
“Yeah, put those on ... that’ll look good.”
Gwen obeyed and carefully applied a few strokes over her eyelashes and a subtle but noticeable line around her eyes, making them pop more. She looked good, even better than normal, but she preferred to be natural. It did make her increasingly more nervous about what and who she was going to meet. Her main fear was it would be the Sheriff and his deputy staff.
“Ok, let’s go.” He said checking his phone.
Gwen grabbed her sex supplies bag and reached for her phone.
“Leave it. I need you to leave your phone here.” He ordered.
“But what if something happens?”
He was losing patience, “That’s why it stays here. Let’s. Go.”
Gwen closed the curtains so no one could see she was gone, put on her sandals, and closed the door to her room. She left the light on to get Joey’s attention, hoping it would let him know something was wrong. The last thing she grabbed was her keys and quietly sneaked out the back door where Todd waited for her. He took her hand and let her away from the house, a part of her was worried she’d never return.
“Where are we going?” asked Gwen, as she was led away by the arm.
Todd laughed, “You’ll see.”
They reached the small boat house by the lake, but instead of turning toward the beach, he led her the other way, going around the far side of the water. She’d never been on this side before. They crossed through backyards and hopped over small bushes. Every step she made filled her with increased fear; her new-found anxiety spiked like never before. It almost made her want to run; start screaming bloody murder and wake up the whole lake. Maybe somewhere out in the darkness, around the water and trees, Joey would hear and come to her rescue ... but she didn’t. She was afraid ... of Todd, of what he could do to her, and worst of all, the increase of butterflies in her stomach of nervous excitement.
They made their way along the opposite edge of the lake, walking closer to a series of orange glows, the wood smoke in the air told her they were campfires. They weaved through campsites until they reached a gravel road. Gwen was turned around and lost, even if she wanted to run, she wouldn’t have known where to go. Through another cluster of trees, a large fire roared just behind a small cabin. Todd led her up a path around the side toward the light, but Gwen knew she was heading toward darkness. A figure that sat around the fire stood up and approached, they were tall and slender, and held a beer bottle in one hand and something else in the other. This appeared to be the place.
“Todd, my man ... you made it.” The man said, extending a long arm for a handshake. “Is this our girl?”
“Yeah Duncan, she looks different standing up, huh?” Todd laughed as the two shook hands.
The tall stranger with a vaguely familiar voice looked Gwen up and down, paying special attention to her face. His smile both comforted and terrified her. It was clear the two of them had worked out a deal of some kind and she was the product.
“Oh yeah,” Duncan said happily. “She’s much cuter than I thought. I figured the blindfold was to ... like, hide a butterface or something but damnnn! She’s fuckin’ cute! Hey, it’s Gwen, right? Remember me?”
Gwen tried to put the voice to a face, but nothing came to mind, he must have been someone from the gangbang party. That night was such a blur of fear, humiliation, and constant, uncontrolled sex. She did her best to think though and something popped up.
“You ... you’re the one who knew Joey.”
His grin grew wider, “Yeeeaah! You remember!” he seemed pleased with himself. “I had you twice that night and I told you I was going to buy you. Now here we are.”
“Rent.” Todd jumped in before Gwen could piss herself and freak out, “You’re renting her for the night.”
“Yeah, no you’re right,” he chuckled. “We’ll have her back home by morning.”
“Wait, MORNING!?” Gwen said loudly.
Todd smirked cruelly, “Yup, they have you till dawn, which is I think 5:46 tomorrow. After that, you have thirty minutes to get home and text me that you’ve arrived, understand?” It wasn’t a request; it was an order. Gwen now understood why she’d been asked to leave her phone at home. If she didn’t contact Todd, it was safe to assume he’d bust the door down but that meant...
“You’re leaving me here, alone?” She started to panic again. She didn’t have Joey and now wouldn’t even have Todd to watch over her. He wasn’t much, but he was better than nothing.
“You’ll be fine.” Todd said dismissively. “They know the rules; they can’t bruise or injure you, especially in visible places, they have to let you leave by dawn, as I said, and...” Todd’s grin grew wicked. “ ... they all have to cum in your pussy at least once. Beyond that, they can fuck you anyway they want and punish you if you don’t follow commands.”
“How m-many guys are there?” Gwen asked as she started to tremble.
“Four- no, five.” Duncan replied. “Four of us have already had you; the other didn’t come to the party; he thought it was a sting or something. He’s very excited to meet you after hearing all our stories.”
Duncan reached for the bottom of Gwen’s dress, but Todd stepped in front. “We’ve got a little unfinished business first...” his voice switched quickly from jovial to cold and business-like.
“Oh yeah, here’s the other five hundred.” Duncan pulled a wad of bills from his back pocket.
Todd flipped through them and nodded. “Looks good.”
“Great, let’s go inside and meet the guys.” When took Gwen’s hand in his large one, hers looked like that of a child’s. “Todd, you said you want to stick around for a few?”
A worrying smile crept over Todd’s face; it only made Gwen more nervous. “Yeah, I wanna make sure things go ... smoothly.”
Gwen’s teeth chattered nervously, her hands trembled as she was led into the front door of the small cabin. The situation was frightening on its own, being brought to a weird place to be fucked by strangers, but this was even worse. Unlike the previous times, which were tough, this time she would be alone. She wished Joey was there to hold her hand letting her know it would be ok. Instead all she had was Todd, and even that was temporary. The fear only grew as she stood before four more tall men, all of them towered over her. She swallowed hard on her fear as they lustfully glared at her.
“Damn, you weren’t kidding!” a large black man said, his arms as big as Gwen’s legs.
“Told ya,” Duncan replied. “Gentlemen, our guest of honor has arrived. Let me make the introductions, we aren’t savages here.”
That brought a disturbing laugh from all the men surrounding Gwen which only made her more worried. She had to tuck her hands under her arms, they were shaking so much. The only thing worse was the feeling of her panties saturated with her own betrayed excitement.
Duncan went around the room, “This is Terry, Rory, Clive, and the big guy on the end is Alonso; he hasn’t had the pleasure of meeting you yet. Guys, as you all know, this is Gwen.”
Gwen looked around the room at all the very large men, they looked to be in their early twenties and abnormally tall, at least comparatively to most guys she knew. They ranged in thickness from Duncan, who was very slender to Alonso, who looked like a very tall black fridge. Three out of the five were black, which she didn’t know how to feel about.
When she was blindfolded, she didn’t know who was doing what to her. Some said they were black but she didn’t really know for sure. As she stood there in front of a group of strangers who were about to do ... whatever they wanted, and without the comfort of her brother, it just felt extra real. This was going to happen and there wasn’t anything she could do about it.
“That’s a cute little dress, why don’t you give us a spin,” said the one called Terry. He was the shortest of the group, standing at 6’6, shaved head and a couple of tattoos on his large black biceps.
Gwen obeyed and spun slowly in a circle a couple of times. She felt like a piece of meat on display in a window. They cheered and laughed, saying what a tasty piece of ass she was. They were whipping themselves up into a frenzy. She wanted to cry, to break down on the floor and bawl her eyes out, but knew it wouldn’t get her anywhere. Her experience with Todd, Cas, and Renny made her think they’d all get off on it, so she choked them back.
“Alright, less fun and games,” said Clive, a blond-haired, blue-eyed man with a hungred look. “Let’s get this going, I’m achin’ to get back into this bitch.”
“Yeah, we aren’t at the back of the line this time,” Rory cheered, he was the tallest at over seven feet tall. His head nearly touched the ceiling standing upright.
Gwen jumped when a hand slapped her ass from behind, she turned to see Duncan grinning. “Alright girl, you look cute and all, but off it comes.”
Gwen’s eye caught Todd watching her, enjoying the fear and embarrassment on her face. She put down her supply bag and slipped off her sandals. She repeated to herself that it would all be ok, she just had to endure it. The only solace she could manage was none of them looked like murderers, unlike Burt at the liquor store. They were good-enough looking guys, Clive was even rather handsome. She didn’t understand why they needed to pay for a girl like her; each of them could easily get a girlfriend for free.
Visibly trembling, she reached back and tried to unzip the dress; she couldn’t seem to hold onto it though. She tried for thirty seconds and fumbled awkwardly to grab the little metal grip but she couldn’t hang on. With each failed attempt she grew frustrated and upset until she felt fingers on her back. She looked behind her to see Duncan nod, as he delicately pulled it down her back; it clearly wasn’t his first time unzipping a dress.
“Don’t be nervous,” he whispered quietly. “We’re gonna have fun and you’ve had most of us before.”
Gwen untied the knot on the white ribbon belt around her waist. “There’s a difference when you’re tied down and blindfolded and when you can see everyone staring at you.” She said honestly as the belt dropped to the ground.
Duncan chuckled, “Well, we liked what we saw enough to pay a grand to bring you here tonight.”
Gwen’s head spun around to look at Todd, “A thousand?!”
Todd smirked, “I kept saying no, over and over, even as they offered more. I wasn’t going to do it at all, no matter the money, but then you made me an interesting offer.”
“The favor...” Gwen’s head tilted back as she realized her mistake.
“Yup,” Todd chirped. “Gave me the perfect excuse to cash in, especially when these guys offered that much for you. I couldn’t say no then, even if I wasn’t allowed to watch most of the festivities.”
Duncan continued, “Yeah, this is a team-building exercise; plus we didn’t want anyone else hanging about like...”
Gwen knew immediately, “Joey.”
“Yup, apparently people didn’t like a guy in a cuck-chair watching them fuck, who knew?” laughed Todd. “So, I got my sister to distract him tonight so I could get to you alone.”
“HEY! Are you all done talking or are we doin’ this shit tonight?” Terry yelled. “My dick’s gonna break off soon.”
“My bad!” said Duncan who waved for Gwen to continue.
Freed from her zipper issue and her nerves fraying, the dress slipped from her fingers and fell onto the floor. She stood scared and visibly shook in her red bra and panties; a loud whoop came from her onlookers. She saw a few held phones and she instantly began to panic, putting her hands over her face.
“Hey, what are you doing?” Todd snapped at her.
“You didn’t say anything about cameras?” she wailed.
Todd looked up, “Oh...”
Duncan leaned in, “What’s wrong?” asking curiously.
“We’re blackmailing her with pictures,” Todd replied, “It does seem like kind of a problem if my leverage leaks from this.”
“Come on, man. We’re paying top dollar for this! We should get some pics,” argued Clive, phone in hand.
Todd thought for a minute while he rubbed his chin. “Yeah ... alright. Personal use only, I’ve got a rep to maintain here. If this shit gets out without my say so, I’ll make your lives a living fucking hell, understand? I know who each of you are.”
Gwen didn’t remember ever hearing Todd swear like that, he was terrifying. She looked around and the men nodded their agreement, which didn’t mean much to Gwen. She reluctantly turned back, eyes darting back and forth to the different phones she saw, reached behind her back with her shaky hands and unhooked her bra.
She held it in her hands, feeling the lacy material in her palms. The support the garment provided was gone, and she was the only thing holding it in place. When she did this, no matter what they said or did to her, she knew there was no going back and she’d have no control. She closed her eyes and let the bra fall away, her tits on display for the cameras.
“Fucking amazing!” “They look even better than before!” “It’s ‘cause she’s not laying down, genius.”
She barely heard their voices over the sound of her heart beating wildly in her ears. It was like a marching band pounded on her eardrums as she stood there not looking at anyone. This was worse than the first night at Todd’s. There she had Joey and some semblance of agreement that if she submitted, the photos wouldn’t leak; this was much less assured. Still, as her fingers slipped into the elastic waistband of her panties, she knew she was in too deep to back out. With her heart thumping like a jackhammer in her chest, she slid her panties down her legs.
She expected and anticipated the laughs, the ridicule, and the crude comments about her bush. She’d hear them every time she was forced to expose herself to new people. She didn’t get why it was a big deal, they could still get to the part they wanted. She just wanted to maintain a bit of dignity and autonomy. Plus, it wasn’t itchy like when she shaved her bikini line.
The comments were as expected, “Look at hairy fuckin’ clam!”, “Does she own a razor?”, and “Is that a beaver or a wooly mammoth?” They all got a good laugh at her expense, and she did her best to ignore them. She wasn’t there to impress them; she was there because she was forced to be.
Duncan stepped behind her, putting his hands on her bare shoulders. “Alright, alright ... let’s get down to business.” He looked at Gwen and motioned toward the wooden floor, “Why don’t you lie down on your back so we can get started?”
With one last look at Todd, Gwen crouched down and sat on her ass, then flipped onto her back on the hard floor. She didn’t think there was anything worse than that gross old mattress at Todd’s, but this was a new level of humiliation. She watched from the ground as the five guys circled above her, looking down at her. Something felt off though, none of them were stripping their clothes off; they just sort of stood there.
“Hey Terry, you’re up.” Duncan said, as he stepped out of the way and the bald Terry moved between her legs. He had something in his hands, but she couldn’t see what it was.
Terry shot her a smile, it was unsettling, before saying “Alright boys, let’s sheer this little lamb.”
She didn’t know what was happening and had no time to react when the group suddenly descended upon her. Four of the guys grabbed limbs, one on each, before a startled Gwen could begin to resist. She had knees pressed onto her arms and legs, each held her down. Panic overtook her as she desperately struggled to pull free.
“WHY! LET ME UP! PLEASE!” she begged and screamed. In her desperation, she saw Todd there ... He simply watched everything happen. He wasn’t going to help.
“Shut up or we’ll shut you up!” Alonso yelled, his deep voice booming. She immediately stopped screaming.
“Please ... please ... please...” Gwen repeated softly over and over again; she had started hyperventilating.
Duncan, who had control of her left arm, moved his head directly over hers so she’d look at him. “Gwen, Gwen ... breathe, ok? Just breathe...” He tried to calm her down. “Relax, we aren’t going to hurt you; we’re just going to shave you ... stay still.”
He looked down at Terry, who pulled out a bottle of shaving cream and a straight razor. Gwen immediately started panicking again at the sight of the blade. She started repeating, “No don’t ... please don’t...” over and over again.
She heard a sound like a whipped cream canister and something cool and wet around her pubes. Thick fingers ran through her hair, over her lips and down along her slit. It was followed by laughter.
“Hahaha ... this bitch is fuckin’ soaked. Feel this shit!” Terry crowed. A mass of hands reached across her and found and fingered her slit, running up and down her slit; it felt really weird like she was a science class frog for dissection.
“Fuck, you weren’t kidding.” Alonso said, easily holding her leg down.
Clive laughed, “We told you, this little slut is wild. Just wait.”
“Yeah, this wasn’t the best way of starting this,” added Duncan. “ ... but Todd wanted to watch it happen.”
Gwen glared at Todd, who responded with a sinister smile. He was enjoying her torment, as he always did. To him, it was almost worth the same as the money he’d been paid ... almost. This was going to happen eventually; he was never going to let her keep the bush. As he watched her panic and freak out on the ground as four guys held her down; he himself couldn’t have thought of a better way if he’d tried ... and he did try.
“You’d better hold still...” Terry warned her, as the blade shimmered ominously in the light. She felt the cold steel press to her flesh and felt the slow scraping of the blade through her hair. She twitched and tried to pull her right arm free from Clive’s control. He held firm.
“Bitch, I’m telling ya...” Terry warned her again. This was less of a threat and more of concern, “I normally shave heads not cunts ... and this thing is fucking sharp. You’ll lose more than your bush if you struggle.”
Gwen stopped, worried about having to explain a deep cut down there, resigned herself to her fate. She was about to lose control of the one thing she thought was still hers. With each pass of the razor, the last shreds of her dignity were scraped away with it and discarded into a cloth. In minutes, the main patch of hair about her slit was stripped away, just as Gwen started to cry.
“Alright, legs ... lift up and hold them apart. HOLD THEM!” said Terry strongly in case she started to fight again. He moved back down between her legs and added more cream to her pussy lips, as some had dripped onto the floor. She was still wet, the long curly hairs were dripping with her nectar, but he carefully covered it with more shaving product.
“This is the tough part...” he said. His voice was steady and sounded more like a surgeon than the pervert he was.
Gwen felt her lady parts pulled and stretched, moved and scraped as the razor did its job. She wasn’t about to move a muscle with something so sharp next to her tenderest of places. He did her left lip and then repeated it on the right, taking more time down there than he’d done with the rest of her.
Terry called out jubilantly, “Look at that ... there’s a fuckin’ cunt under all that.” It signaled he was done, as he passed a cloth over her now bald pussy. It felt weird for her as they all touched her now smooth sex. Everyone seemed to celebrate except for the one whose body they’d shaved. She only felt a new sense of violation.
“Nice job, man!” “Yeah, looks good...”
“Stand her up! Let’s have a look...” Duncan said with glee and let go of Gwen’s arm. Everyone else also let go of their assigned limbs, as Duncan helped her to her feet. Phones came out, pictures were taken and Gwen’s mascara started to run down her cheeks from tears.
“She’s got a pretty looking slit; no trace of meat in that taco,” laughed Rory.
Clive stuck his hand back down and groped her, “I’d eat that peach if she wasn’t a cum dump.”
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