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A Stormi Night - chapter 2
Date: 8/14/2024, Categories: Fiction Blowjob Incest Older Male / Female, Author: Limnophile
... hopefully asked, “Maybe popcorn and beer? Remember when I was only 16 and you let me have my first ever beer, with ice and a straw, in a glass?” The tone of her voice changed as she enticingly said, “I know you like watching me drink with a straw.” I was tempted but nervous. “You ah… after what happened last night, I don’t think I should let you drink.” She twirled her long red hair with a finger and asked, “Why? Are you afraid of being a bad sleazy man, getting me drunk so you can take sexual advantage of poor sweet innocent me?” I laughed heartily. “Innocent! Hahaha! Okay, but just two. I’ll get ‘em from the fridge while you nuke some popcorn in the microwave.” I sat on the couch and popped a bottle open, then turned on the game. She brought a bag of popcorn, plus the lingerie, then sat in my lap wearing the robe. She seductively asked, “How about I give you a fashion show now? Pick a bra and put it on me. I’ll change panties during commercials.” She opened the robe up and let it slide off her shoulders. Between me squeezing her bare breasts and playing with her nipples, it probably took ten ...
... minutes for me to cover them with a nearly translucent green one I had learned was a front closure bra. Covering her enticing tits seemed like a crime, since I enjoyed them so much. At the end of the sixth inning, she kneeled on a pillow wearing a frilly black half-cup bustier, which held her breasts up and left her nipples exposed. Instead of the seventh-inning stretch, the pretty redhead gave me a seventh-inning blowjob. Her timing was perfect, since the pitcher incompetently walked the bases loaded while her lips and hot wet tongue gave me Heavenly pleasure! Her beautiful dark eyes stared into mine, giving me a deep sense of love as I unloaded into her mouth. “Yeah, Stormi! So good!” After swallowing, she sat in my lap. I reached between her thighs and she spread her knees wide. She’d switched from a pad to a tampon, so I happily returned the favor, rubbing her labia and clit with my fingertips until she came. “Mmmm! YES, Uncle Pete!” We cuddled in joyous afterglow until she said, “After that, I need a cigarette.” I kissed her and said, “Sure, sweetness. We can watch the rest in the basement.” -