Brooke’s thumb wriggled playfully in the clutching depths of her mother’s bunghole teasing that grasping fleshy anal rim. The vaginal contractions had almost pushed the football from her cunt. XXNX His snout settled down onto his paws, watching the goings on with interest. Well, that remained to be seen… The canine howled and bucked savagely. With a disappointed whine he slunk back to his position of the couch, circled twice, and dropped onto the cushion with an annoyed “chuff!”
With a determined set to her jaw, and her judgment clouded by a fair dose of alcohol, Morgan mentally banished her sense of shyness in front of her daughter. “You want it all?” Brooke demanded. Well, that remained to be seen… She brought her hands down to her tummy, pushing on the protruding swell.
