Desi Shower Scenes 2

The white flesh contrasting strongly with the dying rose colour of my areola. I gently squeeze, pulling down as a bead of moisture form on my hardened...nipple. I bend down my head to lick it away, savouring the rich flavour of my milk. I feel my muscles clench in anticipation as the taste rolls over my tongue. The soft folds of my flesh soon begin to seep with the moisture of my inner juices. He has been watching me all this time. I see him harden as he enjoys the show. I smile at him as my. Water cascaded over Sally’s shoulders and washed over both of them.“Yeah, Dad,” Patrick called out.“Save some hot water for the rest of us.” Fred banged on the door for punctuation.“Okay.” Patrick couldn’t believe he was still moving his hips. He should have been way more terrified in that moment than he was.“Pat ... are you... ?” Fred paused. “Jesus, Pat. I can hear what you’re doing in there. You share that shower with your sister, don’t do that in there.”Patrick’s tension went up another. More

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