Life of a 13 year old- Cuddle up against her breasts

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With a sigh, you collapse into your mothers firm cleavage with your prick still buried in her messy cunt.

Hours later

"Mom I'm home! We're going to be late for dance!", yelled your sister from downstairs.

You look at the clock, its 7 o'clock,



You:

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