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Styvmors orena tankar
11:21
Publicerades:27.07.2021 • Göm
You’re such a handsome young man. I can’t stop staring at u. You’re always walking around the house with your shirt off. Making me drool over you. Wearing your shorts so low I can’t help but wonder what you look like down there. It’s been years since I’ve seen it. I know my thoughts are wrong. I’ve even spoken with the pastor about them. I confided in him that I masturbate to you almost every night, & his only advice was to say the rosary when these thoughts enter my head. All that led to was me masturbating with the rosary & more impure thoughts of having you inside me. I can’t take it any longer. My pussy is on fire for my stepson. Knowing I created you, but can’t touch you is driving me wild. You’re like the forbidden fruit & I must have you. I come into your room at night hoping to sneak a peek of your manhood, but you’re awake. Stroking your long, hard cock. You look so confused when I ask if I can lend a hand, but you don’t say no to me.
