I stayed at home to babysit next doors brat With trembling hands I fumbled,what a tiny moist twat I pushed inside a twix or two Sticky fingers,sticky twat,as my erection poked through She started crying so I shoved it down her throat Shaking her voilently,until she bit my scrote She must of thought it was feeding time at last She sucked generously at my throbbing mast My father did the same to me I know no different,nor should she
Reason for writing:
Family bonding
Birth sign: Capricorn
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