“What sort of therapist are you, Dr. Indian xxx I pumped up and down on it. Mercedes feasted on me. My pleasure swelled and swelled faster and faster. “Mmm, I want you to start seducing your father,” I told her. It’s subtle… That it was amusing. I ground on her mouth. I kissed Clint harder, grinding on her. “Have you masturbated to him?”
She gave a shy nod. I ground on her mouth. His right hand slid down to my pussy. “Mmm, she’s all ready for you, Clint.”
He pulled his mouth from her pussy and turned his head. “That’s it,” I whispered into my brother’s ear. The girl ate me with delight. It took all my self-control not to just lean in and suck on him. “Mercedes!” he groaned as I pulled down on his sweat pants. “I know I am.”
“Yes!” I panted, my body trembling. You’re such a wicked therapist. My breasts rubbed into her skin. “He’s avoiding me.”
“He’s embarrassed,” I said, lounging naked on my bed.
