The Working Girl
As he finished showering and dressing he left me with a quick, sweet kiss. "I'd love to see you again," he said softly, "soon, very soon." "Not a problem, you know how to contact me, I'd be happy to. In case my uh, wetness didn't let you know, I had a very pleasant time myself." He laughed softly. It was about the only 'soft' thing about him. He was about six three with a toned, but not bulky set of muscles and an eight inch cock that didn't seem to ever want to go down. He'd come twice in my...
Incest