Family PetChapter 3
He was holding her upon his lap, and Sunny felt like a fragile doll because of his size. She wasn't afraid of him anymore, not of his bulk, nor of his monstrous prick. She loved that, loved him, also. He seemed as if he couldn't get enough of just touching her, and his big hands were never still, roaming over her smooth back, down it to the flaring of her sleek hips, around to caress the curvings of her asscheeks. In seconds, his hands were slipping up and over her belly to cup her small...