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For the love of pûssy(2)
"W-w-what do you m-m-mean?" I stammered, although I knew what she meant. To my surprise, she wasn't disgusted by her mother's sick, twisted behaviour... but instead, seemed to be offering me the pair she was currently wearing.. "I think you know exactly what I mean, Mommy," she said, as she moved her hand to her panties and slowly rubbed herself. "This pair is the freshest pair I have and just... so...wet." So drawn into the sick twisted perversion, I asked, again stammering my way throughout, "And they're w-w-wet f-from your or-orgasm?" "From my two orgasms," she said in a sweet, seductive voice. "T-t-two?" I asked. "Yes. Before heading into town, I came all over Mrs. Peterson's face this morning," my daughter revealed. "I stop by weekly to give her the p***y c*m she craves so badly.
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