Helping Out The Shutterbug
The last gray wisps of sleep fade away as I feel you snuggle into me, your hand sliding across my tummy to rest against the curve of my breast."Good morning, sleepy head," you murmur into my neck with a kiss."Same to you," tousling your hair, knowing we always wake within a minute of each other.You jostle against me, shifting your hips."What's the matter? You got bugs?""Ass hole's a little sore, if you must know.""Well, I told you to put the lube under the pillow last night. Besides, I didn't...
Incest