I watch intently as she licks Rick’s cock clean. God, how many times had I thought about her wrapping her mouth around me as I dug my hands into her thick hair, guiding her untrained movements, making her take me all the way to the back of her throat and sucking my cum down? When she moved in with us, I knew I was in fucking trouble. I’d only been staying with Rick for about two years before she came here. I’d moved in after my parents died in a car accident. I was a teenage boy trying to keep my hormones in check. Now in my early twenties, it hasn’t lessened with time. Not with her body coming of age, her tits straining in every goddamn shirt she wears. I’d spent way too much time with my dick in my hand with thoughts of her little pussy milking it. I’m going to have the real thing now. She’d nearly kill me when she’d try to crawl into my lap or when she’d want to wrestle on the living room floor. It’s a fucking miracle I haven’t taken that pussy by now.
