Chase
I walked down the stairs, observing Eleanor cooking, Dad reading a newspaper, and my brother, with evident discomfort on his face, savoring a glass of orange juice. It was Jade he desired to savor, but he couldn't. Perhaps he was trying to replace the taste of her p***y with a simple glass of juice? Juice would absolutely fail to recreate her taste that still lingered on my tastebuds after such a mind-blowing b*****b. I couldn't resist myself from playing her- she tasted like nectar and felt like heaven.
"Good morning, everyone," I greeted as I walked into the hall, glancing at my dad before turning my attention to Eleanor in the kitchen and my brother.
"Good morning, honey," Eleanor replied first, and my dad responded. However, my brother didn't seem to be bothered; his f
