Jordan Silver

I pulled his head down to my tit and fed it to him while working my ass out of my shorts. Right there on the kitchen floor, I pulled until he followed me down.

I didn’t care that the tile was hard and cold. My man needed me. I spread my legs and grabbed his dick, leading it to my portal.

“I don’t see why it should matter. Didn’t you say you didn’t want any girls?”

I tried to cover my daughter’s ears, but her brother had my other arm occupied. “Don’t say that in front of her. What is wrong with you?” Both she and my wife started laughing like I was their comedy hour.