"Ohh no, I don't. It's a gorgeous d**k, but I would want you no matter what. You've been so good, so, so good to me. I'm sorry if I've ever made you feel like you're only a big, sexy d**k. You're my sexy, hard-working, trustworthy little brother, and that's so much more important!" My fingers flew across my c**t as I spoke, and another big orgasm was on its way.
But Jon was mischievous.
He took my ankles in hand, and I slowed my hand on my c**t, looking at him in aroused alarm. His c**k was hard once more, which I had missed in the middle of my erotic insanity, and it was looming over my p***y.
Was he just gonna take me? f**k. What would I do if he tried? Probably c*m, but... I was scared. Deeply, erotically scared. Goosebumps danced across my body at the look of desire in his eyes.
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