Me And Who ?

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Mommy hated when my brother and I would fight, so she had to get a little creative.

Whenever my brother and I would start to argue or yell at each other. Mommy would come over and pull my top up, exposing my tits.

Which would shut my brother up real fast.

However, before I could start to argue with Mommy, she would already be rubbing her hands all over my chest and pinching my nipples.

And only a moan would escape my lips.

After a couple of moments when she knew that I was soaking and my brother had a ranging hard on, she would leave.

Mommy doesn't reward children who misbehave, and if we want to feel that sweet relief, then we have to get along and work together.

As Mommy would much rather have her kids yell out in pleasure than anger.

Enjoy, my slut.

Sir

Hey sis I got a super awesome April fools idea what if we like went in front our mom and started kissing each other super sloppily and like taking each other's clothes off and groping our bodies while we kiss and you bend me over the table and fuck my brains out until you've dumped a warm load of cum inside of me, and then we both turn to her and say "April fools! :P" What do you think?

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Last night, we 69'd, my wife and I, and I was thinking about you the whole time. She's into it sometimes and she commented how hard I was in her mouth and I was so hard because I was thinking about you. She moaned on my cock and I was pretending it was you. Your mouth, hotter and wetter moving up and down on my dick. I reached up and played with her tits, rubbing her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, just thinking they were your tits instead. Pinching them harder than she likes because I bet you'd like to get pinched that hard. I rubbed my hands all over her body, imagining it was yours, stroking gently up her sides, then settling on her ass, making her moan harder when I put a finger on her asshole and pushed a finger in.

She gagged once or twice, but not as often as you would have, I think. You would have tried to take the whole thing down your throat, I think, maybe. I don't know. I rubbed my tongue over her clit, over and over and over again in a varying rhythm, sometimes sticking my tongue between her lips into her slit as far as I could. That made her moan, too, and I pretended it was your pussy I was eating. I told her she was doing such a good job sucking me, the way I would have praised you for how good of a job you'd do. Her breathing hitched and she started moaning more, and whimpering, and her body got rigid and she slammed her head up and down on my cock over and over as she came and I was so hard in her mouth, in your mouth.

Then she lay on her back and spread her legs for me, and I put most of my weight on her and slid in to her easy because of how wet she was. You'd be wetter. It felt good, but you're so much younger and I thought you'd be wetter and tighter than her. You would have felt tighter, I bet.

She moaned louder, and I wanted her to be quiet and put my hand so it covered her mouth, your mouth. I gripped harder so she could barely breathe and that made her moan too, and I think maybe you'd want me to cover more of your mouth so it would be even harder for you to breathe. She doesn't like it rough, but you would, right? My hips forced her hips apart and I ground into her, all the way inside of her, inside of you, in and out, in and out, faster. She wasn't even there anymore, it was just you, under me, getting crushed. I was trying to fuck you into the mattress. Through the mattress. I was trying to fuck you through the floor. And then I was so close, almost over the edge and one hand was covering your mouth making it hard to breath, and the other was in your hair and I knew it was you because she would never let me do that. And I knew you'd say, "In me. Come in me, please. Come in me." So I did, I was fucking her, but I came in you and we were both breathing hard and sweaty.

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I'd love someone rapping me I'm my diapers

guess who's asleepy af, yet still is wet n dripping

I love money n cooks slapping on my face *＾˘＾*

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safewords don't have to feel safe and they don't have to mean what they sound like they should mean. they can be part of some beautiful mindfucks. what if every time you said "stop" or "red", it got worse? what if i had you covered in your own blood, snot, and tears, and you were so drunk on pain that you couldn't remember your own name?

what if i showed absolutely no signs of stopping even when you ran out of voice to scream with? what if the only way to make it stop was to grind your broken vocal cords together and gurgle out "please kill me"? no one could blame me for what i do next. you're asking for it. go on. "please kill me". it'll make it stop. that's your safeword.

look me in the eye and say it. ask me to kill you. how much do you mean it? how much do you trust me? enough to keep you safe? enough to decide when you should die? say it. "please kill me".