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    Date: 6/20/2017, Categories: Fetish, Sex Humor, Taboo, Author: WriterJim, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    wiping away her anger-tears. “You were right about Keith. He’s a douchenozzle.” Jake snorted back a laugh. “A douchenozzle, huh?” Petra giggled. “Yeah. He’s the plastic bit that french ladies stick in their vageeners when they wanna give their ladybits an enema.” Jake chuckled at his delightfully vulgar little princess. “And how do you know they use a plastic nozzle?” he asked, raising an eyebrow suspiciously. “Been hanging around with french ladies whose most english parts are subject to regular inspection?” Petra shoved his shoulder. “The Jane Austen reference only works for English people, usually guys, and you know it.” Jake shrugged and shoved her back, thankful that their weird rapport had returned. Yesterday had been awkward as hell, at least for him. “Fine, you win. You’re the most dirty-minded today. Where’s your mother?” “She went out with her friends,” Petra said, grinning. “I guess that little wrestling match last night musta worn her out.” Jake flushed, but not for the reasons she thought. He was grateful to let his embarrassment show over the previous night, when he’d jerked off to Petra in the shower, then basically hypnotized her mother into fucking him loudly on the couch while she watched from the stairs. “You, uh… you heard that, huh Pet?” he asked sheepishly. “Daddy, I think the neighbors heard that. Holy crap.” Jake chuckled, walking into the kitchen to make himself a plate of leftovers. “Sorry, k**do,” he said as he opened the fridge. “Didn’t mean to ...
    keep you up.” Petra followed him, grabbing an empty plate as well. “Don’t be! I’m glad you two still get horny.” Jake coughed, almost choking on a bit of cold chicken he’d been sampling. “Hey now, be a little flowery about it, k**do… say we’re passionate, or something.” She put on a smug grin, leaning into the fridge next to him and grabbing things. Her shoulder pressed against him and looking over he noticed that the shirt she wore was loose enough that he could see the top of her breast. “Why? It’s an accurate statement. You two got horny and you fucked, loudly, on the living room couch while your sweet innocent daughter was laying in her bed summoning visions of sugarplums-” Jake rolled his eyes. He knew for a fact that she was lying on that statement, but he couldn’t say that. “Alright, Pet, you go ahead and drop this and I won’t press for details on what I walked in on yesterday.” Petra’s cheeks got nearly as red as her hair. “Fine,” she said, pouting. “I guess we’re even. But you need to set a better example when there are c***dren present.” “What happened to ‘I’m not a c***d anymore, I can vote now’?” “That only applies when you won’t let me do things,” she replied, sticking her tongue out and trotting over to the microwave with her plate of goodies. Jake couldn’t help but admire that trot. Petra was wearing a tiny orange pair of shorts that fit like a glove, giving him a great view of her ass. He turned his head away deliberately and looked in the fridge again. “How long ...
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