Checklist: Chapter Five
Jennifer has to decide if she crosses that line with her son
“Oh, yes,” Jennifer groaned, running her fingers through her son’s dark hair. “Yes, Nate, just like that.” As the woman lay panting and gasping in her bed, Nate continued lapping away at her folds. He licked and sucked, drawing his tongue up and down Jennifer’s engorged pussy lips, occasionally switching to swirl over her clit. While his tongue was busy between her legs, his hands found themselves massaging Jennifer’s tit...