The Silent Quest to Breed
Copyright© 2026 by Eros Alban
Chapter 17: The Dinner
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 17: The Dinner - In the picturesque town of Aetherdrift, a suburb of Wolferton, Poindexter Quest is the quiet storm no one sees coming. Tall and stoic this teen stud fucks with purpose, never pulling out. Whether it's the girl next door, his best friend's mother, or a random chance encounter, Dex takes what he is offered.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft mt/Fa mt Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Cuckold Incest Cream Pie Pregnancy Size
Friday Evening – Quest Family Dinner
The dining room of the Quest family home in Aetherdrift glowed with warm light from the chandelier and the soft glow of candles on the table. The long oak table was beautifully set and groaning under Lydia’s generous spread. Richard had helped with the cooking — mostly by following his wife’s instructions to the letter — resulting in golden roasted herb chicken with crispy skin, creamy garlic mashed potatoes, buttered green beans with toasted almonds, a fresh garden salad tossed with vinaigrette, warm homemade rolls, and two pies (apple and cherry) cooling on the sideboard. The rich, comforting scent of home-cooked food filled the entire house, making the room feel inviting and lived-in.
Richard Quest sat at the head of the table, already looking a little checked out. He was a mild-mannered 44-year-old accountant who preferred peace and quiet. He wasn’t submissive, exactly — he just had very clear priorities. Right now, those priorities were finishing dinner as smoothly as possible so Lydia would be happy, leaving him free to nurse a single beer slowly in front of the game later and maybe tinker with his model train collection in the basement afterward. He had learned long ago that helping with dinner and nodding at the right moments kept domestic life running smoothly.
Lydia moved around the table like the perfect hostess, wearing fitted black leggings that hugged her curves and a low-cut loose white blouse that showed a tasteful but alluring amount of cleavage. She smiled brightly as she refilled glasses and passed dishes, though her mind kept drifting to the strange, persistent warmth between her legs that had been growing stronger lately. She was determined to make this family dinner perfect.
At the far side of the table sat Dex, calm and stoic as always. He ate quietly, his shaggy dark brown hair falling slightly over his intense chocolate-brown eyes.
Across from him was his older sister Mia, wearing a cute crop top and short skirt. After peeking at her brother in the shower she didnt have time to change her wet panties so she just ditches them altogether. She kept stealing nervous, flustered glances at Dex, her cheeks occasionally flushing as memories of his cock replayed in her mind.
Grandma Quest sat at the other head of the table opposite her son Richard, commanding the room with quiet authority.
At 60 years old, Eleanor was still a striking woman. She had aged gracefully but retained a sharp, elegant presence. Her silver hair was styled in a neat, classic bob. She had the same strong bone structure as her son and grandson — high cheekbones, a firm jaw, and piercing blue eyes that missed nothing. She dressed in a respectable but flattering navy blouse with pearl buttons that showed off her massive breasts and a knee-length skirt which was wrapped tight around her juicy round ass, the kind of timeless outfit that made her look both traditional and down right fuckable.
Eleanor had been widowed for twelve years. After losing her husband, she had poured all her love and energy into her family, especially her grandchildren. Dex had always been her favorite — her “grandstud,” as she affectionately called him. From the moment he was born, she had declared him special. While she loved Mia and the other grandchildren, Dex was the one who could do no wrong in her eyes. She saw in him the strength and quiet confidence her late husband had possessed, amplified. She doted on him shamelessly — defending him from any criticism, praising him constantly, and treating him like the golden child of the family.
Tonight, she sat ramrod straight in her chair, her sharp blue eyes scanning the table with a mixture of pride and traditional scrutiny. When her gaze landed on Dex, her entire face softened with pure adoration and more then a hint of lust.
“Look at my handsome grandstud,” she said warmly, her voice carrying easily across the table. “So tall and strong. You’re the apple of my eye, Dex. Always have been. I still remember when you were just a little boy, and now look at you — all grown up and so capable.”
She reached over and patted his hand affectionately, her touch lingering just a moment longer than necessary.
Richard chuckled mildly from his end of the table. “Mom, you’re going to spoil him rotten.”
“Nonsense Dick,” Grandma Quest replied with a fond smile, never taking her eyes off Dex. “A boy like Dex deserves to be spoiled. He’s such a good boy. Polite, respectful, and focused. Not like some of these wild young men running around these days.”
Dex gave her a small, respectful smile, lifting the front of his cropped tee slightly to scratch his smooth abs — a casual gesture that made Grandma Quest’s eyes sparkle.
“Thank you, Gram-Gram,” he said calmly.
Mia shifted uncomfortably in her seat, shooting her brother another nervous glance.
Grandma Quest continued, her voice full of warmth. “I always knew you’d grow up to be something special. Strong like your grandfather, but with your mother’s good looks. You make this old woman very proud, Dex.”
She gave his hand another gentle squeeze, her sharp eyes softening with genuine affection.
The rest of the family continued chatting around them, but for Grandma Quest, the center of the universe at that table was her beloved grandstud.
Aunt Cassandra (Richard’s younger sister) — loud, gossipy, and perpetually chasing the latest trend — was the most attention-seeking member of the family. At 40, she was the complete opposite of her sharp, traditional mother. Where Grandma Quest was observant and principled, Aunt Cassie was vapid, flighty, and always focused on whatever was trending on ClikClock or the newest fashion drop from Thread & Ink.
She had bottle-blonde hair with expensive highlights, always styled in big, bouncy waves. Her makeup was heavy — glossy lips, contoured cheeks, and dramatic lashes. Tonight she wore a low-cut, tight-fitting top in a bright coral color that showed off her ample cleavage, paired with high-waisted shorts that hugged her hips and ass. Multiple thin gold necklaces layered around her neck, and her nails were long, square, and painted a glossy hot pink. She was the type of woman who constantly checked her reflection in every surface and updated her wardrobe the moment a new “must-have” item appeared in the valley.
Cassandra was loud, gossipy, and had zero filter. She asked personal questions without hesitation, often putting people on the spot with a cheerful “I’m just curious!” smile. She loved being the center of attention and thrived on drama — as long as it wasn’t about her.
As the family settled in and began filling their plates, Aunt Cassandra leaned forward with her usual dramatic flair, waving her manicured hand for emphasis.
“Oh my god, this chicken looks amazing, Lydia! You have to send me the recipe. I saw this new marinade trending on ClikClock last week — it has turmeric and some fancy smoked paprika. I tried it but mine came out terrible. Anyway — Dex!” She turned her full attention on her nephew, eyes sparkling with nosy interest. “Look at you, all grown up and handsome! Those shoulders! Tell your favorite aunt — is there a special girl in your life yet? Or maybe a few? Don’t be shy, spill the tea!”
Grandma Quest immediately jumped in, her voice sharp with protective affection. “Cassandra, leave the boy alone. Dex is focused on his studies. He’s a good boy.”
Cassandra laughed brightly, completely undeterred. “Oh come on, Mom! He’s sixteen — practically a man! With that face and that body? The girls must be throwing themselves at him. Dex, honey, you can tell me. Is there anyone special? Or are you keeping your options open like a smart boy?”
She winked at him conspiratorially, then turned to Mia. “And what about you, Mia? Any cute boys at school? You know you can tell your Aunt Cassandra anything.”
Mia forced a smile, clearly uncomfortable. “No one special, Aunt Cassandra...”
Richard sighed quietly and took another slow sip of his single beer, content to let the conversation wash over him while he mentally prepared for the game later.
Lydia smiled politely, though she felt a strange twist in her stomach whenever the topic turned to Dex and girls. She passed the rolls and tried to steer the conversation elsewhere. “Cassandra, how’s the new yoga studio in Lunarforge? You mentioned you were trying it out.”
Cassandra waved her hand dramatically. “Oh, it’s fine, but the instructor is so basic. Anyway — back to Dex...”
She kept chattering, completely unaware of the undercurrents at the table, while Dex sat quietly, lifting the front of his cropped tee slightly to scratch his smooth abs in that casual Wolferton way.
Grandma Quest watched her grandson with pure adoration, while Mia shifted nervously in her seat and Sophie’s eyes sparkled with secret intention beneath the table.
Filling out the rest of the table was Lydia’s younger sister’s family. Aunt Valerie was 40 years old and the more polished, slightly competitive counterpart to her loud sister-in-law Cassandra. She had the same warm features as Lydia but with a sharper, more put-together style. Tonight she wore a stylish but sexy knee-length wrap dress in deep emerald that hugged her curves and showed off a tasteful amount of cleavage and leg. Her auburn hair was styled in loose waves, and her makeup was flawless — subtle but expensive-looking.
Valerie was the “successful” one in the family — married to a mid-level executive, with a nice house in Spectral Heights and two well-behaved (on the surface) teenagers. She was friendly and sociable, but there was always a subtle edge of comparison whenever she talked to Lydia. She loved her sister, but she also enjoyed quietly reminding everyone how well her own life was going.
Uncle Greg (Valerie’s husband) was a 42-year-old corporate middle-manager — pleasant, slightly boring on the surface, and always ready with a corny dad joke. He wore a crisp button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up and seemed content to sip his wine slowly and talk about work or sports with Richard. To the rest of the family, he was the classic agreeable, non-confrontational husband who rarely rocked the boat and mostly wanted to keep his wife happy so he could retreat to the game or his hobbies.
Only a very small handful of people knew the truth.
Greg had been secretly snipped during his senior year of high school at the insistence of his then-girlfriend’s father — the first man to cuckold him. He had never told Valerie. As a result, he knew with absolute certainty that neither Sophie nor Tyler was biologically his. Instead of bitterness, this knowledge had awakened and deepened a powerful breeding and humiliation kink in him. He fantasized constantly about being openly cuckolded, about watching other men — especially younger, more dominant men — breed his wife and even his “children’s” future partners.
More than anything, Greg longed to openly and permanently wear a cock cage. The idea of being locked up while someone else used his wife and family excited him to an almost unbearable degree. He kept this desire tightly repressed, hidden behind his mild-mannered persona.
Greg had always been close to his nephew Dex — closer than most realized. He admired the younger man’s quiet confidence and physical presence. Recently, however, Greg had stumbled upon Dex’s secret SomeSluts account, where he saw the raw footage and photos of Dex with the neighbors (including the very pregnant Dolson women). The discovery had taken Greg’s breeding kink to dizzying new heights. He now jerked off furiously to the thought of Dex breeding Valerie, Sophie, and even the idea of Dex claiming the entire family.
During family gatherings, Greg was careful to maintain his “nice uncle” act, but he couldn’t help stealing glances at Dex, his mind racing with forbidden fantasies. He was afraid to open up more to his nephew — afraid of what might happen if Dex knew just how deep his depravity ran.
Their children sat near the middle of the table: Sophie (18) was the often-forgotten member of the family, but she was far more ambitious and calculating than anyone gave her credit for.
She was undeniably pretty, with long chestnut hair that fell in soft waves down her back, a cute heart-shaped face, and full, naturally pouty lips that drew attention whether she wanted it or not. Her body had filled out beautifully over the last couple of years — generous curves, a narrow waist, wide hips, and a round, firm ass that her short pleated skirts loved to show off. Tonight she wore a fitted crop top that clung to her full breasts and left a tantalizing strip of smooth midriff exposed, paired with a short pleated skirt that barely reached mid-thigh. The outfit was cute enough to pass as innocent family-dinner attire, but sexy enough to turn heads if anyone bothered to look closely.
While her cousin Mia was loud and emotional, Sophie was quiet, observant, and patient. She had a calm, quiet confidence that most people overlooked — until they suddenly realized she always got what she wanted in the end.
Sophie had heard all the rumors about Dex for months.
She knew he was big. She knew he fucked around town. She knew he supposedly never pulled out. She had listened to the whispered stories from girls at school and at parties, collecting every dirty detail like precious intel. Unlike Mia, who had only watched from the sidelines in shock, Sophie had been quietly planning.
She had never hooked up with Dex before ... but tonight, she planned to change that.
As she sat at the dinner table, smiling politely and making small talk, her eyes kept drifting toward her tall, broad-shouldered cousin. Under the table, her thighs pressed together as she imagined what it would feel like when she finally got him alone.
Sophie was done being the forgotten one.
Tonight, she was going to take what she wanted.
The final member of the family at the table was Tyler (16), Sophie’s little brother and Dex’s cousin.
Tyler was six months older than Dex but looked noticeably younger and smaller in every way. He was shorter and slimmer, with a lean, almost delicate frame, messy brown hair that never quite sat right, and wire-rimmed glasses that constantly slipped down his nose. He had a shy, awkward demeanor — the kind of boy who preferred books, video games, and building models over sports or parties. Tonight he wore a simple graphic tee (something sci-fi related) and cargo shorts, the standard uniform for a boy who didn’t care much about fashion.
On the surface, Tyler was the classic dorky cousin — quiet, polite, and easily overlooked next to Dex’s tall, confident presence.
But beneath that shy exterior lay something much more intense.
Tyler looked up to Dex with a potent mix of envy and admiration. He saw his cousin as everything he wasn’t: tall, muscular, effortlessly cool, and surrounded by girls who seemed drawn to him like magnets. Tyler had heard the rumors too — the same ones Sophie had heard. He knew Dex was packing, that he fucked around, and that he supposedly never pulled out. Those stories both intimidated and deeply aroused the inexperienced boy.
Once unleashed, Tyler suspected he might be even kinkier than Dex. He had spent countless nights alone with his fantasies — dark, filthy scenarios involving domination, breeding, humiliation, and watching. He had never acted on any of it. Not yet. But the hunger was there, simmering just below his shy, awkward surface.
At the dinner table, Tyler sat quietly, pushing food around his plate and stealing occasional glances at Dex. Every time his cousin casually lifted his cropped tee to scratch his abs, or when Grandma Quest called him her “grandstud,” Tyler felt a confusing rush of envy ... and something hotter, more shameful.
He wished he could be more like Dex.
He also wondered what it would feel like to watch Dex — or even be part of whatever Dex was doing to the girls in their circle.
For now, Tyler remained the quiet, dorky cousin.
But the hunger was growing.
The family was now fully assembled, and the dinner was in full swing.
Lydia smiled as she passed the rolls. “Valerie, Greg, Sophie, Tyler — I’m so glad you could all make it. It’s been too long since we had everyone together like this.”
Valerie returned the smile, though it had that familiar hint of comparison. “Of course! The kids have been so busy with school. Sophie’s been talking about college applications already, and Tyler made the honor roll again.”
Tyler blushed and mumbled a quiet “Thanks,” while Sophie gave a polite smile, her eyes occasionally drifting toward Dex with clear interest.
Grandma Quest nodded approvingly at the whole table, but her gaze kept returning to Dex with open fondness. “It’s good to see all my grandchildren in one place. Especially my grandstud.”
As everyone settled in and began filling their plates, Lydia smiled warmly. “Everyone dig in! Richard, honey, could you pass the rolls?”
Richard nodded obligingly and passed the basket without complaint. “Sure thing, dear.” He took a small sip of his single beer, already mentally calculating how long he needed to stay at the table before he could retreat to the game.
Grandma Quest immediately returned her attention to Dex, her eyes lighting up with pride. “Look at my handsome grandstud! So tall and strong. You’re the apple of my eye, Dex. Always have been.”
Dex gave her a small, respectful smile and casually lifted the front of his cropped tee to scratch his smooth abs — a casual Wolferton habit. “Thanks, Grandma.”
Mia almost dropped her fork. She shot her brother a wide-eyed look but stayed silent.
Aunt Cassie leaned forward with a grin, never one to miss an opportunity for gossip. “Dex, you must have all the girls at school chasing after you. A tall, good-looking boy like you? Come on, spill — any special someone?”
Before Dex could answer, Grandma Quest waved her hand protectively. “Oh, leave the boy alone. Dex is a good boy, focused on his future. Not like some of these wild kids running around these days.”
The conversation started light and overlapped in typical family fashion.
Lydia passed the mashed potatoes and smiled warmly. “Everyone dig in! It’s so nice to have the whole family together like this.”
Sophie, the often-forgotten 18-year-old, sat quietly for a while, listening. She was biding her time. She had a plan. It wasn’t just as she wrote it, since people weren’t in their normal seats. That wasn’t going to stop her.
While the adults were talking and Grandma Quest was praising Dex, Sophie “accidentally” dropped her fork.
“Oh no, I dropped my fork,” she said innocently.
She slipped beneath the large tablecloth without anyone really noticing.
Sophie crawled forward under the large tablecloth, heart pounding with nervous excitement. The dim lighting and the forest of legs made it hard to see clearly. Her hands found a pair of young strong fuzzy thighs and slid upward eagerly. She tugged the shorts down just enough, wrapped her fingers around the cock she found, and froze for a split second.
This wasn’t Dex.
Instead of the thick, heavy monster she had been fantasizing about, Sophie had wrapped her hand around her own little brother Tyler’s surprisingly impressive 8-inch cock.
Tyler — the smaller, dorkier 16-year-old sitting right next to where Sophie had been — froze instantly. His eyes went wide behind his glasses, his whole body going rigid as he felt his older sister’s warm fingers suddenly gripping his shaft under the dinner table.
Sophie realized her mistake almost immediately. This was her little brother. This was so wrong.
But she didn’t pull away.
She had already committed. The adrenaline, the risk, and the sheer filth of the moment made her pulse race even faster. Plus ... she had to admit it to herself — Tyler did have a nice cock. It was long, surprisingly veiny for such a skinny boy, and thicker than she would have expected. It twitched and hardened rapidly in her grip, the head already leaking a bead of precum.
Sophie bit her lip, hesitated for half a heartbeat ... then leaned in and took him into her mouth.
She started sucking her little brother with slow, wet, deliberate strokes — her tongue swirling around the head, then sliding down the shaft as she took more of him between her glossy lips. The taste was clean and slightly salty. The feeling of his cock thickening and pulsing in her mouth sent a shameful thrill straight to her core.
Tyler’s breath hitched sharply. He bit his lip hard, one hand gripping the edge of the table so tightly his knuckles turned white. His other hand hovered uselessly in the air before dropping to his lap, not daring to touch her head. His face was burning crimson as his older sister bobbed slowly between his legs, sucking him off right under the family dinner table while their relatives chatted and laughed just inches above them.
Sophie’s mind was spinning. This is so fucked up ... he’s my little brother ... But she didn’t stop. If anything, the wrongness made her suck him harder, her tongue pressing against the underside of his shaft as she took him deeper.
Tyler was trembling, trying desperately to keep his face neutral while his sister’s warm, wet mouth worked him with increasing confidence. Every soft suck and swirl of her tongue sent sparks up his spine. He could barely believe this was happening.
Only Dex noticed what was going on under the table.
Dex glanced down under the table and saw Sophie’s head bobbing steadily between Tyler’s legs. A small, darkly amused smirk crossed his face.
While the rest of the family continued chatting and laughing above the table, completely oblivious, Dex leaned slightly toward his cousin and began whispering the nastiest, most depraved things directly into Tyler’s ear, his voice low, smooth, and dripping with filth.
“Tyler, you dirty little fucking pervert,” Dex murmured, his tone calm but laced with wicked delight. “Look at that ... your own big sister sucking your big, thick cock right under the family dinner table while everyone’s eating mashed potatoes and talking about school. Grandma’s up there calling me her perfect grandstud, and here you are getting your dick milked by Sophie’s warm, wet mouth like a secret little family whore.”
Tyler whimpered softly, his whole body trembling as he gripped the edge of the table. He tried desperately not to moan, his glasses fogging up at the edges.
Dex didn’t stop. His voice stayed quiet, intimate, and relentlessly lewd.
“She’s probably soaked right now, isn’t she? That slutty little mouth wrapped around her own brother’s fat cock, drooling all over your shaft while she tries to keep quiet. Bet her tight little pussy is dripping down her thighs, aching to get fucked. You ever raw-fucked a cunt before, Tyler? Ever slid that fat cock bare into a wet, unprotected pussy and pumped it full? I know you want to. I can tell. You want to breed your own sister, don’t you? Slide that thick dick inside Sophie’s tight cunt and flood her womb with your cum while the whole family sits here clueless.”
Tyler’s hips twitched involuntarily. His breathing was ragged, his knuckles white on the table. He was losing control fast.
Dex kept going, his whispers growing even filthier.
“Sophie’s such a good sister, isn’t she? Blowing her little brother’s fat cock under the table like a filthy family cumslut. Imagine bending her over later and raw-fucking that pussy. Stretching her open and dumping load after load deep inside her until she’s leaking your cum for days. You want that, don’t you? You want to knock up your own big sister.”
Sophie heard every single filthy word Dex whispered. She knew she had made a terrible mistake — this was her little brother — but the raw taboo of the situation, combined with Dex’s nasty commentary, made her pussy throb with shameful heat. She didn’t want to stop. She slowed her movements just enough to drag it out, sucking Tyler with long, wet, deliberate strokes, her tongue pressing firmly against the underside of his shaft.
He really does have a nice cock, she thought shamefully. Maybe ... maybe I can do this again sometime.
Tyler lasted less than ten minutes under the relentless assault of Dex’s whispered filth and his sister’s skilled mouth. His body suddenly tensed, his thighs shaking. He bit down hard on his knuckle to stay silent as he came explosively, pumping thick spurts of cum straight into Sophie’s waiting mouth.
The taste was nothing like she expected.
It was sweeter than she thought cum would be, yet also saltier, tangier, and thicker — a warm, creamy, slightly musky flavor that coated her tongue and slid down her throat. Sophie’s eyes fluttered as she swallowed, surprised by how fucking yummy it actually was. The taboo of swallowing her own little brother’s load only made it taste better.
She sucked him through every pulse, milking Tyler’s cock with her lips and tongue until he was completely spent. Only when his shaft stopped twitching and she had licked him clean did she gently tuck his softening cock back into his shorts and wipe her glossy lips with the back of her hand.
Tyler sat there completely dazed, panting quietly through his mouth, his face burning bright red with shame and lingering pleasure. His glasses were slightly fogged. He couldn’t believe what had just happened — his own big sister had just sucked him off and swallowed every drop right under the family dinner table.
Sophie took a moment to catch her breath, her pussy throbbing with shameful heat. She wiped her lips one last time and began crawling back toward her chair, heart racing.
But Dex had other plans.
He reached under the table with a calm, firm hand, grabbed Sophie’s wrist, and guided her straight to his own thick, hard cock.
Sophie’s eyes widened the moment her fingers wrapped around it.
Dex was significantly bigger than Tyler — thicker, heavier, and already rock-hard, the fat head leaking warm precum against her palm. The sheer size and heat of him made her pussy throb with fresh need. She could feel the thick veins pulsing under her fingers, the weight of his cock making her mouth water instantly.
Dex leaned down just enough so only she could hear his low, commanding whisper:
“My turn, cousin.”
Sophie didn’t hesitate.
She eagerly pulled Dex’s cock free from his tight khaki shorts and took him into her mouth with hungry, determined strokes. Her lips stretched wide around the thick head as she sucked him greedily, swirling her tongue around the leaking tip before sliding down as far as she could go. She bobbed her head with increasing confidence, taking more of his impressive length with every pass, her saliva coating his shaft and dripping down to his heavy balls.
While the rest of the family continued chatting obliviously above the table, Sophie worshipped her cousin’s cock under the table like a secret little slut.
Grandma Quest smiled warmly at Dex from across the table, her eyes full of pride. “You’re such a good boy, Dex. The apple of my eye. I was just telling your Aunt Cassandra how proud I am of you. Always so polite and well-behaved.”
Aunt Cassandra laughed brightly, waving her manicured hand. “Oh come on, Mom! He’s sixteen — practically a man now! With that face and that body? The girls must be throwing themselves at him. Dex, honey, you can tell your favorite aunt — is there anyone special? Or are you keeping your options open like a smart boy?”
Lydia smiled politely as she passed the green beans, though her cheeks felt a little warm. “Cassandra, leave the poor boy alone. He’s focused on school.”
Aunt Denise jumped in with a grin. “ focused on school? Please. Look at him! Tall, handsome, those shoulders ... I bet the girls at West Wolferton Valley High are lining up. Dex, be honest — any cute cheerleaders catching your eye?”
Sophie’s head continued to bob silently between Dex’s legs, taking him deeper and deeper into her throat. She pushed forward until her nose brushed against his smooth lower abs, holding him there as her throat convulsed around his thick shaft. Drool ran down her chin and dripped onto the floor beneath the table as she fought to keep quiet, her eyes watering with effort and arousal.
Dex remained perfectly calm on the surface, one hand resting casually on the table while Sophie deep-throated him. He gave a small shrug, his voice even. “A couple of girls have been texting me.”
Tyler, still dazed and panting quietly from his own orgasm just moments ago, couldn’t help but watch. His eyes were glued to the sight of his older sister’s head moving rhythmically between Dex’s thighs. The wet, subtle sounds of Sophie gagging softly on Dex’s much thicker cock made Tyler’s spent dick twitch again in his shorts. He was amazed — and shamefully turned on — by how eagerly his sister was swallowing Dex’s huge cock right under the family dinner table.
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