Page 43 of Snowed In with the Bikers
“Don’t worry. I’ll lick every drop clean.”
Groaning, I had to force myself not to watch her head bobbing, gripping the steering wheel as I lightly swayed my hips.
If this was my future, I had zero complaints.
“Later, I want to watch you take Rev and Diesel again. Both in your sweet, tight pussy.”
“I’ll be looking forward to it.”
“And marrying us? Marrying me?”
She sucked on the head of my dick, and I nearly slammed my head back against the seat. “It’s all three of you or none of you.”
“You’re perfect. You know that, right? So fucking perfect, little sister.”
“Only for you, big brother.”
We had kinks. So what?
Life was too short not to enjoy it.
