The Halloween Siren
by (Hidden)
Incest Sex Story: In the heart of a Halloween Horror House, a family's world is turned upside down by a series of unexpected encounters. When identities become confused, hidden desires are revealed, forever changing the dynamics of their relationship. As they grapple with the consequences of their actions, they must confront the taboo while emotions run high and their future hangs in balance.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Reluctant Incest Mother Father Daughter Light Bond Analingus Oral Sex Halloween .
Josh Proctor stood in his kitchen next to the table, checking that he had everything packed in his bag for the evening. He’d been working hard to design and construct the Maze of Terror for a local horror house, even taking two weeks off from his usual job to make sure everything was just the way he wanted it. Tonight was the opening night, and he had some special things planned.
He looked at his watch with annoyance then turned to yell up the stairs, “Girls! Come on! I want to get there a little early!”
The first to come down the stairs was his daughter Emily, who had recently turned eighteen. Her long blond hair, with a black bow tied on top, cascaded down her back and in front in loose waves. She was dressed in a charming outfit reminiscent of Alice from the old cartoon. Her cerulean blue dress came down to just above her knees, the puffed sleeves and fitted bodice accentuated by a wide black belt strapped around her small waist.
She wore white stockings that disappeared under the dress, and her black Mary Jane shoes with thin buckles clicked softly on the wooden stairs as she descended. Her striking blue eyes sparkled with a mix of curiosity and excitement, and her rosy cheeks and red lips gave her a vibrant, youthful glow. The hot pink polish on her nails added a playful touch to her overall appearance.
As Emily entered the kitchen, Josh’s expression softened, and he gestured for her to hurry. “Good, you’re ready. Now we just have to wait for your mother,” his voice a blend of impatience and affection.
Just then, Stephanie, Emily’s mother, descended the stairs. She too was dressed as Alice, but her outfit had a slightly more grown-up and sexy twist. Her long blond hair, similar to Emily’s, was also tied with a black ribbon, and she wore the same cerulean blue dress that came down to just above her knees. The dress featured a more fitted bodice that accentuated her D-cup breasts, with a slightly lower neckline showed lots of cleavage. The puffed sleeves added a touch of innocence, but the way the dress hugged her curves gave it a more sensual appeal. The skirt was full and flowing, but slightly shorter than Emily’s, showing off more of her legs.
She also wore sheer white stockings that accentuated her shapely legs, and her black Mary Jane shoes with thin buckles had a slight heel, adding an extra touch of elegance to her outfit. Her striking blue eyes sparkled with a mix of curiosity and excitement, and her rosy cheeks and red lips gave her a vibrant, youthful glow. The neon blue polish on her nails contrasted with Emily’s pink, adding a unique touch to her overall appearance.
As Stephanie entered the kitchen, the room seemed to brighten even more with her presence. Josh smiled, his impatience momentarily forgotten as he took in the sight of his wife and daughter, both dressed in their charming costumes. A familiar, fleeting thought crossed his mind, a forbidden image of having sex with both of them at once. He imagined ripping open their white stockings to expose their pussies, the sound of tearing fabric filling the air. It was the image he had been stroking his cock to lately if Stephanie was not in the mood, and his browser history was full of mother/daughter lesbian videos. He even had a subscription to Mommy’s Girl, one of the more popular sites that specialized in the taboo lesbian videos.
In his mind’s eye, he saw Emily on her hands and knees, her dress hiked up around her waist, as he took her from behind. At the same time, he envisioned Stephanie lying on the bed, her legs spread wide, as Emily’s head was buried between her thighs, eagerly licking and slurping the very pussy she had come out of. She pulled her mouth off her mom’s pussy just long enough to look back and say, “Fuck me harder, Daddy!” The thought was intense and taboo, sending a shiver down his spine. He quickly pushed the image away, shaking his head slightly to clear his mind.
Stephanie knew all about his browser history, and she watched with a smile as her husband eye-fucked their daughter in the kitchen. It was fine with her, since she often eye-fucked Emily herself. Her eyes immediately fell on Emily’s stockings, noticing the wrinkles and the way they were not pulled up straight. “I should throw the old man a bone,” she thought.
“Emily, sweetheart, your stockings are all wrinkled around your ankles and in the back. Are they even pulled up right?” she asked, her voice gentle yet firm. “Pull up your dress so I can see how bad it is.”
Emily blushed slightly but complied, hitching up her dress to reveal her white stockings that went all the way up to her waist. Stephanie shook her head with disappointment, her eyes scanning the wrinkles and misalignments. “Honey, can you get down and adjust them for her? Make sure they’re pulled up tight so they’re smooth.”
In a bit of a daze, Josh knelt down as Emily turned to face him. This put his nose just inches from the delicate folds of her little slit, which was barely concealed by the thin fabric of the stockings and the panties she had on. “Damn those little white panties are cute on her,” he thought.
It had been years since he had been able to gaze on his daughter’s tight little pussy, and the sight of it this close was making his cock throb. He spent more time than necessary adjusting the stockings, his fingers tracing the smooth fabric as he ensured they were wrinkle-free and pulled up straight. He made a point of also pulling the panties up tight into her slit, showing him a nice camel toe. The sight sent a wave of heat through his body, and he had to take a deep breath, trying to focus on the task at hand. His mind however, kept drifting back to the forbidden thoughts.
“Holy shit,” he thought as he finally realized something. “Her pussy is shaved. When did she start doing that?”
After adjusting the front, he turned Emily around gently, his hands lingering on her hips as he made sure the back of her stockings were smooth. He let his hands rub over her bottom several times, the softness of her flesh arousing Josh even more. “Daddy, that tickles!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with mirth.
Josh smiled, his heart pounding in his chest as he stood up, his eyes meeting Stephanie’s. She was smirking at him, her eyes full of amusement at his pervy antics. “All set,” he said, his voice slightly hoarse. “Now we can go. Let’s get in the car.”
Stephanie had watched as Josh finished adjusting Emily’s stockings, her eyes tracking the way his hands had strayed all over their daughter’s body. She couldn’t help but notice the slight flush in his cheeks and the way his breath had hitched as he knelt in front of Emily. A small smile played on her lips as she thought, “He’s such a perv, but I guess we both are. At least knowing he won’t cross the line helps me keep my own urges in check.”
Stephanie’s own thoughts drifted to the sight of Emily’s delicate little folds, barely concealed by the double layers of thin fabrics stretched across them. She had seen that little clamshell many times before, during bath times and any other time she could find an excuse. She had to admit that she always found it cute, innocent, and a total fucking turn-on. There had been times when she had entertained naughty thoughts, wondering what it would feel like to explore her daughter’s body in a more intimate way. Tonight, she quickly pushed those thoughts aside, attributing them to being horny and the two glasses of cabernet she had with their early dinner.
Her mind wandered back to her college days, when she had experimented with a few girls and discovered her enjoyment of licking pussy. It had been a bit since she had indulged in that pleasure, the last time she went to Vegas with Josh’s sister Rachel, actually. She couldn’t help to wonder if Emily’s pussy tasted as sweet as she imagined, the thought sending a shiver of excitement down her spine.
Shaking her head slightly to clear her mind, Stephanie focused on the present moment. “Alright, sweetie, let’s go,” she said, her voice steady and composed. Emily picked up her phone and walked out towards the garage. Stephanie took one last look at Josh, her eyes softening as she appreciated his devotion and love for their family. “You ready, honey?” she asked, her voice filled with affection. The way she was feeling today, she was likely going to fuck his balls completely dry later tonight.
Josh nodded as he stepped over closer to his wife, his mind still slightly foggy from the intense thoughts and sensations he had experienced while adjusting Emily’s stockings. He leaned in and said quietly, “Did you know that Emily’s pussy is shaved? When did that start?”
“Oh, we did that last week,” Stephanie replied.
“Uh ... we? You helped her?”
“No, I did it for her, silly. I had to show her how to do it the first time. We used your straight razor.” She said it all very matter-of-factly, like it was no big deal at all. Her mind went back to that afternoon after school. Emily had walked through the living room wearing only a crop top and panties, and Stephanie had stopped reading her magazine to admire the hot little vixen. “Wait, is that hair sticking out around the crotch of her panties?”
“Emily,” she called out. “Come over here, baby.”
“What’s up Mom?”
“Come closer for a minute,” said Stephanie as she gestured for Emily to approach. She reached out and put one hand around on Emily’s ass, pulling her even closer. With the other hand, she pinched one of the tufts of hair and yanked on it sharply.
“Mom! What the fuck?” said Emily as she jerked back and put her hand over her panties.
“Oh, baby girl,” said Stephanie. “Why didn’t you tell me you were getting too furry down there? We may be blondes, so it won’t look like a complete jungle, but you need to maintain it.”
“Uh ... thanks,” said Emily. “I’ll check it when I take a bath tonight.”
Stephanie stood up from the couch. “Oh, don’t be silly. Mommy will show you how. We’ll make sure it’s clean and perfect.”
She took Emily by the hand and led her into the master bathroom, where she had her sit on the closed toilet lid. She started a nice hot bath and added a bath bomb as well. While the tub was filling, she dug around in the back of a closet and found Josh’s straight razor, along with the leather strop. It had been a while since she had used it, but she was sure it would all come back to her.
“Okay, baby. Strip and get in the bath. You’re going to have a nice long soak first. It makes the hair softer and easier to cut.” Emily rolled her eyes, but slid the panties down her hips and shrugged off the crop top as well. She eased herself into the water, a little uncomfortable as her mom watched the entire time. As she soaked, Stephanie sat on the toilet and stropped the razor as she read an article about shaving pussies on her phone. She wanted to make sure she remembered everything.
Emily stepped out of the bath, her skin pink and soft from the long soak. Stephanie, who had been watching her every move, gestured for her to come closer. Emily, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness, approached the counter where Stephanie had laid a towel next to the sink, along with a can of shaving cream, the straight razor, and the leather strop.
“Okay, baby, let’s get you all clean and smooth,” Stephanie said, her voice soft but authoritative. She took the can of shaving cream and shook it vigorously before squirting a generous amount into her palm. Then she began to apply it to Emily’s crotch, her fingers gentle but firm as she ensured every inch was covered.
Emily stood still, her breath hitching as she felt the cool cream against her sensitive skin. She could feel the anticipation building, a mix of excitement and apprehension coursing through her. Her mom’s touch was both soothing and electrifying, and Emily found herself wondering what was to come.
Stephanie picked up the straight razor, her fingers tracing the blade with a practiced touch. She stropped it carefully a few more times, the sound of the blade against the leather filling the room. Emily watched, her eyes wide with a blend of curiosity and fear. The razor glinted under the bathroom light, and Stephanie handled it with a confidence that was both reassuring and intimidating.
“Now, baby, I’m going to shave you very carefully,” Stephanie said, her voice low and steady. “You need to stay very still, okay? This is going to be a bit sensitive, but I promise I’ll be gentle.”
Stephanie began by explaining how to hold the straight razor. “Hold the razor at a 30-degree angle against your skin,” she instructed, demonstrating with her own hand. “This angle helps the blade glide smoothly and gives you the closest shave. Remember, it’s all about control and precision.”
She continued, “When you shave, use your other hand to stretch the skin taut. This creates a flat surface for the blade and reduces the risk of nicks and cuts. Always shave in the direction of hair growth, especially for sensitive areas. It might seem counterintuitive, but shaving against the grain can cause irritation and ingrown hairs.”
Emily nodded, her heart racing as she took in the instructions. Stephanie’s voice was calm and focused as she explained the technique. “Move the razor in short, controlled strokes. You don’t need to apply too much pressure; let the weight of the razor do the work. If you feel any resistance, that means you’re going too fast or applying too much pressure.”
With a gentle touch, Stephanie began at the top, her strokes slow and deliberate. The razor glided through the shaving cream, the blade catching the hair and slicing it away with precision. Emily could feel the cool metal against her skin, the sensation both alien and strangely pleasurable.
“First, I’m going to shave the outer lips,” Stephanie instructed, her voice calm and focused. “I need you to grab the right one and pull it out tight for me, baby. That’s it, keep it nice and flat. Good girl.”
Emily complied, her fingers trembling slightly as she held her outer pussy lips stretched tight, exposing the sensitive flesh. Stephanie’s blade moved with careful precision, ensuring every hair was removed.
“See how the blade catches the hair and lifts it away from the skin?” Stephanie said, her voice a soft murmur. “That’s the key to a close shave. You want to ensure every hair is removed without irritating the skin.”
Stephanie continued, “Always rinse the blade frequently to keep it clean and sharp. A dull blade can tug at the hair and cause irritation, so it’s important to maintain the razor’s edge. Now let’s do the left labia.”
Emily’s breaths came in short gasps, her body tensing and relaxing with each pass of the blade. The room was filled with the sound of the razor moving through the cream, a raspy, intimate sound that seemed to echo the intensity of the moment.
“Now, I’m going to focus on the area around your clit,” Stephanie continued, her touch lighter as she approached the more delicate area. “You need to hold yourself open just a little more, honey. Let me see that pretty little clit. There we go, perfect.”
Emily felt a blush spread across her face as she obeyed, her mother’s words and the intimacy of the act sending a wave of heat through her body. Stephanie’s strokes were even more gentle here, the razor barely grazing the skin as she removed the fine hairs.
“For the clit area, you want to be extra careful,” Stephanie advised. “The skin here is very thin and sensitive. Use even lighter pressure and make sure the skin is stretched taut to avoid any accidents. Now we’ll shave off the patch above your pussy.”
Emily’s body quivered with a mix of anticipation and vulnerability as Stephanie worked with meticulous care, ensuring every hair was removed while keeping her daughter comfortable and safe.
“Almost done, baby,” Stephanie said, her voice soothing. “Now, I need to get the taint and around your asshole. Lean back really far and spread your cheeks for me, as wide as you can. That’s it, good girl.”
Emily reached back, her fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass as she pulled her cheeks apart, exposing the tight, puckered hole. Stephanie’s touch was extra gentle here, her strokes short and precise as she ensured every hair was removed.
“Last bit, honey,” Stephanie murmured, her voice filled with a mix of tenderness and concentration. “I just need to clean up any stray hairs. Stay still for me, just a little longer.”
“Oh God,” thought Stephanie. “I want to stick my tongue in her asshole so bad. It looks delicious.”
Emily held her breath, her body tensed with anticipation. Stephanie brought her face in close to Emily’s pussy, so close that Emily could feel her mom’s warm breath against her sensitive flesh. Stephanie gently blew on it, the soft puffs of air teasing and sending shivers down Emily’s spine. Her mother’s fingers, gentle yet firm, rubbed the pads over Emily’s pussy, taint, and asshole, ensuring there were no stray hairs or stubble left behind. With a few precise strokes of the razor, Stephanie scraped away any remaining hairs, her movements confident and meticulous.
Stephanie smiled down at her daughter and lightly slapped Emily’s pussy with her hand a few times, the gentle impact sending waves of sensation through her daughter’s body, leaving her breathless and flushed with a mix of excitement and vulnerability. She rinsed the razor one last time and set it down, her eyes meeting Emily’s with a mix of satisfaction and tenderness.
“All done, baby,” Stephanie said softly, her voice filled with a sense of accomplishment. “You look beautiful. Your pussy is just perfect.”
With a tender smile, Stephanie leaned in and gave Emily’s freshly shaven pussy a quick, gentle kiss, right on her clit. Her lips lingering for a moment before pulling back. Emily’s breath hitched, the unexpected intimacy sending a shiver down her spine, leaving her with a mix of emotions ... vulnerability, trust, and a deep, unspoken connection with her mother.
Emily looked down, her eyes widening at the sight of her smooth, bare skin. The sensation was strange, a mix of vulnerability and empowerment. She reached down tentatively, her fingers tracing the smooth skin, a shiver running through her at the touch.
Stephanie smiled, a knowing look in her eyes. “Now, it’s my turn,” she said, her voice playful. “You’re going to shave me just like I shaved you.”
Emily nodded, a thrill of excitement running through her at the thought of reciprocating the intimate act. Stephanie climbed into the tub, the water still warm and inviting. Emily took her place at the counter, her hands shaking slightly as she picked up the razor and strop.
After a few minutes, the process began again, but this time with the roles reversed. Emily lathered up Stephanie’s crotch with the shaving cream, her touch gentle and exploratory. She stropped the razor, her movements less confident but filled with a newfound sense of purpose.
Stephanie leaned back, her eyes closed, a small smile playing on her lips. She trusted Emily completely, her body relaxing into the sensations. Emily began to shave, her strokes slower and more tentative at first, but gaining confidence with each pass.
The room filled with the same raspy sound, the blade moving through the cream, the intimate dance of trust and vulnerability playing out once more. Emily’s thoughts were a whirlwind, a mix of arousal and wonder at the act she was performing.
As Emily neared the end, her strokes became surer, her confidence growing with each pass. She rinsed the razor frequently, her eyes never leaving Stephanie’s face, seeking approval and guidance.
Finally, Emily set the razor down, her breath coming in short gasps. She looked at Stephanie, her eyes shining with a mix of pride and arousal.
“All done, Mom,” Emily said, her voice soft but steady.
Stephanie opened her eyes, a look of pure satisfaction and love shining in them. “You did great, baby,” she said, her voice filled with pride. “But let’s make sure we didn’t miss anything.”
Stephanie leaned back on the counter, her legs spread even wider, giving Emily a clear view. “Often, the taint gets overlooked,” she said, her voice matter-of-fact. “Let’s check that area thoroughly.”
“The taint?” Emily asked, her brow furrowed in concentration.
“Yep, that little strip of skin right there,” Stephanie replied, pointing to the area. “It’s easy to forget about, but it’s important to keep it smooth as well.”
Emily nodded, her curiosity piqued. She leaned in closer, her eyes scanning the sensitive area between her mom’s anus and her vagina. She could see a few stray hairs that had been missed, their presence a small imperfection in an otherwise smooth canvas. Like her mother had done earlier, she rubbed the pads of her fingers across it, eliciting a small moan from Stephanie.
Emily took the razor, her hand steady as she applied a fresh layer of shaving cream to the area. She stropped the razor once more, ensuring it was sharp and ready. With careful, precise strokes, she shaved the taint, her movements gentle but thorough.
Stephanie watched, her eyes never leaving Emily’s face, a mix of trust and pride shining in them. Emily’s touch was delicate, her strokes sure and confident as she removed the last few stray hairs.
“Perfect,” Stephanie said, her voice filled with satisfaction as Emily finished. “You did an excellent job, baby. I’m so proud of you. Aren’t you going to give it a kiss to finish it off?”
Emily blushed deeply, but bent down and gave her mom’s pussy a quick smack of the lips before quickly leaning back.
At that point, Stephanie’s reverie veered off into a fantasy of her pulling Emily down to the floor, the two of them giving their freshly shaved pussies the tongue test to make doubly sure there was no stubble. She snapped out of the memory when she realized Josh was speaking.
Josh still had a stunned look on his face. He was definitely surprised, but mainly he was jealous. Why should Stephanie be the only one to help shave Emily? That’s something they should do together.
“So ... uh ... she’s going to shave herself with a straight razor from now on? That’s pretty hard to do.”
“No, I’m going to keep helping her,” said Stephanie. “We’re going to check every Sunday night. I let her practice on me as well. You should feel how smooth my snatch is right now.”
Josh swallowed, then got a look of consternation on his face. “That’s not fair,” he said. “You get to play with her and I don’t even have the chance. You’re getting very close to breaking the agreement.”
“Well, I’m not the one who spends so much time at work,” said Stephanie. “If you spent more time around Emily, you’d have more chances to play, wouldn’t you?”
Josh stayed quiet, not having a good response to that.
Stephanie leaned in closer and whispered in his ear, “Guess who’s not wearing panties under her hose tonight?” Then she dragged a finger gently down his jaw before turning and walking towards the garage. She stopped at the door and turned back to face him. “Ready?”
“Yeah, I’m ready,” he replied, his voice gruff with emotion. As he followed her out the door, he stopped and went back to grab the bag he had left on the table. After climbing into the family SUV, Josh cranked the engine and pulled out of the driveway. Stephanie sat in the seat behind him, with Emily to her right. As they began the 15-minute drive, Stephanie reached over and casually moved Emily’s dress up, exposing her thigh. She gently placed her hand on the soft material, her fingers lightly tracing patterns as she enjoyed the sensation.
Josh knew exactly what Stephanie was doing, but he didn’t say a word. He kept his eyes mostly on the road, but his gaze frequently drifted to the rearview mirror, where he could see Stephanie’s hand on their daughter’s thigh. The sight sent a mix of excitement and tension through his body, but he remained silent, focusing on the drive.
At one point, Stephanie caught Josh’s eye in the mirror. With a playful smirk, she winked at him and blew him an air kiss, knowing full well that her actions were antagonizing him. She knew he would get intensely horny just from watching their simple interactions. Like when she made Emily dress in a matching skin tight exercise outfit then go jogging with her while Josh was working outside or in his garage workshop. If he had the garage door open, they’d stop in the driveway and stretch for several minutes, bending over to make sure their glutes weren’t too tight. Stephanie would kneel beside Emily and rub her hands up and down her legs, then pat and squeeze her on her tight little butt.
Other times they would do yoga in the living room while Josh was nearby, watching. She knew he was always watching, so she would stay very handsy with Emily, helping her with her poses. Later that evening, Josh would be insatiable in bed. She wondered how long it would be until he accidentally called her Emily while he was pounding her into the mattress.
Just last week, while Emily was spending the night with a friend, Stephanie dressed up in Emily’s cheerleader outfit. It was a little small on her, so her tits were about to burst out of the tight top and her ass cheeks hung out the bottom of the skirt. She bounced into their bedroom where Josh was lying on the bed. She performed a few goofy cheers that included a lot of innuendo, then started stretching and bending over in front of him.
“Two, four, six, eight! Whose cock do we appreciate? Josh, Josh, Josh, Josh, Josh!”
Josh watched, his eyes widening with each bounce and stretch. Stephanie’s movements were deliberate, designed to tease and tantalize. She knew exactly how to play the part, her body language and expressions mimicking those of the young, eager woman that lived with them. As she bent over, her skirt rode up, revealing more of her thighs and the curve of her ass.
“Daddy, can I show you something?” Stephanie asked, her voice sweet and innocent, but with an underlying hint of mischief. She turned around, her back to Josh, and slowly pulled her skirt up, revealing her bare ass and the thin fabric triangle of her thong panties at the top of her ass crack. The strap leading down was buried deep inside her crevice, begging Josh to come dig it out.
Josh’s breath hitched, his cock already hard and straining against his pants. “Show me what, baby girl?” he growled, his voice low and dangerous.
Stephanie looked back over her shoulder, a playful smirk on her lips. “I want to show you how flexible I am, Daddy. Watch this.” She placed her hands on the floor, her legs straight, and slowly spread them apart, giving Josh a clear view of her pussy, ensconced within the thin fabric of her panties.
Josh’s eyes darkened with desire. He stood up, his movements quick and purposeful as he crossed the room to her. He reached down, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties, and slowly pulled them down, revealing her bare pussy, which had been freshly shaved this morning.
Stephanie wiggled her hips, helping him pull the panties down to her knees. She looked back at him, her eyes wide and pleading. “Daddy, I need you. I need you to fuck me like I’m a good little cheerleader. Like I’m your good girl, Daddy.”
Josh didn’t need to be told twice. He positioned himself behind her, his cock hard and ready. With one brutal thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, his hips slamming against her thighs as he began to fuck her roughly. Stephanie cried out, the walls of her cunt stretching to accommodate his size, clenching around him as he pounded into her.
“Oh, Daddy! Yes! Fuck me harder! Fuck your little cheerleader!” Stephanie’s voice was a mix of pleasure and pain, her body writhing as Josh’s cock filled her completely.
Josh’s hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he moved in and out of her with relentless intensity. He could feel her inner muscles clenching around him, her body begging for release. He paused as he reached around, his fingers finding her clit, and began to rub it in tight circles, sending her spiraling towards orgasm.
Stephanie’s body tensed, her inner muscles clenching around Josh’s cock as she came, her cries of pleasure filling the room. Josh, feeling her orgasm, let go of her clit and started pounding into her again. After only a few minutes, his cock pulsed as he came deep inside her, filling her with his hot seed.
As they both came down from their high, Josh pulled out, his cock slipping from her pussy with a wet pop. He stepped back, his chest heaving as he looked down at Stephanie, her body glistening with sweat and her panties pulled down to her ankles.
Stephanie pushed herself up, her legs shaking slightly as she turned to face Josh. She reached out, her hands cupping his face as she pulled him in for a deep, passionate kiss. “Thank you, Daddy. That was amazing,” she whispered against his lips, her voice breathy and satisfied. Josh bent down to pick her up into his arms, then moved over to drop her onto their bed. He planned on making her have so many orgasms tonight she passed out. He was pleased several hours later when his plan worked out.
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