Kittridge Compromised: Part 6

Fanny Kittridge Loses Her Religion.

In 8 parts, based on the works of Bardot1990. Listen to the ► Podcast at ExplicitNovels.

It took several weeks for young Fanny Kittridge to succumb. She'd personally witnessed her brother and his girlfriend fornicating orally on a number of occasions. One cannot witness human copulation without wistfully wondering after one's own participation in the Mating Game.

Fanny was not a virgin. Unlike her brother's public confession, she'd fallen from grace last summer, repented quietly without consequence, and stayed within the good graces of the Kingdom Hall Church.

A good number of Jehovah's witnesses repent their sins silently without being publicly reproved.

In Fanny's case, she'd given up her virginity to one of Tony Gangel's uncles repeatedly over the course of a worldly holiday. She'd enjoyed the experience in the moment, and repented her sin after the man went home. From that time to this, she worked on her spirituality while struggling to refrain from delving back into the sensuality that experience had unleashed. Seeing James and Delphia fornicate so lavishly caused her to lose her battle against masturbation. She was almost twenty years old now. Like most young people, her loins were afire from the moment she awakened daily.

Fanny was sexually curious. She began to seek opportunities to see James' phallus rise. It was a personal fetish. She'd be lurking in the hallway in the mornings when James exited his bedroom and made his way into the bathroom. His morning woody was always evident. It was always hidden in his boxer shorts, protruding like a third leg. Fanny wanted to see the real thing. She'd seen it in the darkness of their backyard, just before it was hidden again inside Delphia's Cunt. The glimpse of her brother's cock helped as she toyed with her own genitalia.

James now informed Fanny that he was skipping some classes to fornicate with Tonya Castillejo, Penny Fowler and Sonjia Metusek. Fanny insisted that he describe each interaction in detail, taking pains to describe what each girl did to make him cum and how it felt to have their buttocks pressed against his pelvis. She made sure to give him the smarmy JW look of disapproval. But she listened intently nonetheless.

"You'd better make sure mom and dad don't find out." she cautioned.

At night, Fanny would imagine herself to be Tonya, Penny or Sonjia. She imagined James atop her. She imagined his phallus thrusting deeply in her Cunt, masturbating to this vision. She would cum. Afterward, Fanny felt embarrassed and ashamed at her incestuous diversion. But her devolutions into this magical fantasyland occurred with ever greater frequency. Her prayers did little to assuage her lust.

Fanny wondered if James harbored similar prurient thoughts. Try as she might, she could not rid herself of the vision of lying prone, mounted beneath him. James was the only person she'd ever witnessed having sex. Sure, she remembered her encounter with Joey Strong in great detail. But as time went on it was James' sweaty face growling his lust atop her, not Joey's. James was the only person she knew that might understand her fetish. They could never be in love, she was taught. They simply shared a love of having intercourse. Fanny listened intently as James described his angst at being celibate. He was not. No, James had occasional relief. Fanny had none. She yearned to tell him of her predilection, but could not bring herself to do so.

Instead, she found every occasion to surreptitiously measure his endowment and compare it against her own. She even made it her business to give him "unintentional" nipple slips and/or cunt shots. She then watched his reactions, always proud to see that her efforts bore fruit. James' phallus tented at the drop of a hat. Fanny’s ashen skin was constantly in need of lotion, to restore the golden ebony luster she contented herself with. She was not allowed to ‘paint her face with cosmetic vanities. So one day when she was at the local beauty supply shop, her lusty cravings were arrested by a display of lotions un a long plastic squeeze tube, capped by a big half round cap, which was as wide as the nearly two inch diameter. That tube was one her nightstand every night, and could be found in the shower with her, the next morning. After about 8 weeks, she returned to the shop for a new supply. To her delight, the shop had a special shipment of ‘bonus size’ lotion tubes. Instead of the normal 8 once containers, which were about 7 inches long over all; the new promo featured 12 ounces and with the semi spherical cap, it was a whopping 10 inches! Fanny bought two, and purposed to keep one of the tubes full. She just had to remember to take it to the shower every morning to keep it from smelling like ‘cunny’.

For a while Fanny to sate herself with the make-shift dildo, but it was not the real meat she lusted after.

Finally and inevitably, this little dalliance came to a head. Fanny chose a weekday in which James' complaints about his lackanookie peaked. She waited for the moment when James stepped into the shower and their father was at work. Mrs. Kittridge was downstairs cooking. Fanny gathered her courage, stripped her clothing (except for a bathrobe), and slipped into the bathroom as he showered.

James didn't hear her come in. The radio was playing, the shower was loud, the bathroom was steamy. James lathered himself from head to toe. He began to stroke himself. James masturbated languidly every time he bathed. He had to.

Fanny scooched her bathrobe up and sat on the toilet. She peeked behind the shower curtain to watch James. His eyes were closed. His cock was hugely erect, hidden beneath a foamy cloud of soap bubbles. Fanny suspected he would masturbate until he came.

This wouldn't do.

Fanny stood. She doffed her bathrobe to stand naked in the middle of the bathroom floor. She needed to catch James' attention without seeming to be too forward. Thinking quickly, Fanny bent to reach under the sink, making sure to knock over a few cleaning bottles, making enough noise to make her presence known.

Astonished at not being alone in the shower, James peeked out from behind the curtain. He was even most astonished to witness Fanny from behind, bent over, her neatly coifed cunt blazing confidently from between her buttocks. Already aroused, James' phallus leapt. What was Fanny doing standing naked in the bathroom while he showered? Look at that ass!

Fanny continued to piddle around under the sink. Swaying her ass sensually, she knew James was gazing at her cunt from behind. She wanted him to have a good, long look. She'd done as much as a girl could do. It was his move now.

James' mind raced. Instinct told him to pounce on that ass and ram it in. But this was his sister! More than that, this was his only friend and confidante in the house. He could lose her if he made such an inappropriate move without her consent.

And yet he wondered, why was she even in there? It's not as if she'd been in the bathroom first and he'd barged in on her. Fanny's presence was no accident. If she'd needed to pee so badly, there was another bathroom downstairs. Plus, she was naked! Who goes looking for Comet cleanser in the nude? Something had to be up.

Now a wicked thought occurred. Fanny had been really persistent, lately, to hear tales of his exploits. She'd made him go into detail and questioned him closely about the smallest minutiae. She'd wanted him to describe every sensation he felt during his sexual escapades, claiming an ignorance of the male perspective. Maybe, just maybe, Fanny was signaling her readiness for a walk on the wild side? It was worth a shot, anyway. She now stepped her feet out, apart, as she fidgeted with the various bottles on the counter. The vanity mirror was fully steamed.

Leaving the water running to mask any sound, James stepped naked from the shower. Streamlets of clear, hot water pebbled and ran down his chiseled body. His cock, already erect, locked onto Fanny's open cunt like a lurking jaguar. He stepped onto the bath mat, then up behind her, intending to accidentally-on-purpose bump his dick up against her cunt. He hoped she'd jump to the moon and they each could have a good laugh at the expense of the other.

Creeping up behind her quietly, James didn't have to point his dick into her crease. Fanny was still bent over, unaware of his proximity. Her ass swayed before him. From this position their genitals were perfectly aligned.

James watched intently as his cock zeroed in on her cunt. He couldn't believe that Fanny hadn't detected his presence behind her yet. Most people can sense the nearness of another individual if the intruder encroaches too closely. James' toes were almost touching Fanny's heels now. In another millimeter, the crown of his dick would press her fuzzy opening. James watched the impending collision with fascination. That first merger of cock and cunt is always the most erotic of any ongoing tryst.

Closer and closer still. Now Fanny's pubic hair began to tickle James' urethra, allowing him to sniff the heaven shielded behind her clasping labia. James drew a deep breath. He was almost there. A small nudge forward and his cockhead was bathed in the translucent stickiness of a queen cunt. Fanny's cunt yielded before his imminent insertion.

But Fanny did not jump or shriek. She set both hands down flat on the vanity counter, and held her ground before James' penile assault. In fact, she didn't seem surprised at all. She looked back at him as if he'd interrupted her while working a crossword puzzle at the kitchen table. Her look bore a mixture of curiosity and annoyance. And yet her hips continued to twerk gently, allowing James' phallus purchase at the opening to her Cunt proper.

It was James' turn to be surprised. Kittridge dick rested in the valley of Kittridge slit. Not all the way in, but not all the way out either. Fanny was amazingly wet already. James was already familiar with the ethereal joy of a sloppy wet cunt. The slightest thrust would bathe his cock in incestuous slather. And here Fanny was acting as if the whole encounter were an entirely natural interaction between assuming siblings.

James placed his hands upon her quivering buttocks. Still, Fanny didn't move away. An eternity of indecision ensued. Did she want to fuck? Because James' cock was certainly engaged and raring to go. But this was his older sister! Did he want his sister to suffer the same congregational shunning that he was currently enduring? No, he did not. And they were practically best friends! How would their relationship be affected by this impending action? Ramming your dick up a woman's twat always complicates things; it never simplifies. James was morally torn.

Ultimately, of course, James' phallus made the decision for him. Holding Fanny's ass steady, he pressed forward. Her cunt expanded widely before closing sloppily along the line of his veiny shaft. Four inches of cock disappeared into her Cunt. The familiar blinding wave of initial insertion engulfed James' sensibilities. Fanny did not demur. There could be no doubt. This was consent.

They were officially fornicating.

Fanny unleashed a full body shiver. She'd waited an eternity for just this outcome. She'd trusted James with news of her secret affair with Joey Strong. She'd held her peace during James' religious inquisition. James was the only person she could fully trust. And now his dick was easing its way up her ass. So thick! So deep! Fanny shivered again. They began to roil in tandem.

James suddenly pulled out as he wrapped his arms around her narrow waist. Fanny placed her hands over his, keeping the connection understood. Without words, he pulled her gently from the counter and guided her to the far side of the large shower. Once she was facing the tiled wall, opposite the source of spraying water, he slid his hands back, and grabbed both her wrists. He placed her two hands high on the tiled wall. This silent act confirmed his intent to copulate from behind her beautiful peachy ass.

A typical woman's Cunt is arched to accept a seven-inch phallus from the missionary position. An erect cock slips into this arch like a glove so that all her erotic zones are in play. Her tits, her lips and, most importantly, her eyes are fully engaged as a dick probes her cunt.

From behind, however, it's the reverse. The upward arc of a man's cock gouges an unintended wedge in the reverse arc of a cunt. The result, for women, is an unnatural pressure that makes a dick feel thicker and heavier. Such a dick is capable of roiling greater surface area, eliciting deeper penetration. It exaggerates the illusion of size. Often, doggy-style sex creates air pockets in Cunts, and facilitates a blunt slapping of a woman’s ass by her man’s pelvic surface; which generates that thwacking noise, so critical to the perception of "great energetic sex".

Fanny's senses were fully engaged as her brother sluiced his phallus into her. Normally, such first encounters ended quickly and awkwardly, followed by the shame and embarrassment of having one's fantasies so exposed. Fanny did climax quickly. She hadn't been fucked in several years. She was more than ready to be righteously railed.

James wasn't so disposed. He wasn't "in love" with Fanny, indeed, had never fantasized about her. Only the sight of her exposed punani while he was masturbating led to this encounter. Plus, his recent activities gave him a measure of immunity to new cunt. When Fanny skittered downward from her orgasm and realized that James was still back there pounding away, she was grateful. She knew that the aftermath of this fuck was likely to be an uncomfortable change in their relationship. She wanted to explode into bliss several more times before that happened.

Fanny straightened. She pressed her sweaty left cheek and both her tits against the wall, poking her ass out, that James might have a better target. She spread her legs a bit. The rhythmic slapping of their intercourse reverberated throughout the little bathroom, though the running shower dampened the sound. James reached around her hips and held Fanny's ass steady as he rammed his cock into her. Fanny quivered uncontrollably. Soon this would be over. There would be consequences, maybe some regrets. But right now Fanny's biology was dictating her behavior. She needed this in the worst way.

"Oh god, it's Good!" she thought. "I can repent in silence again. And I will. But right now I need this. Oh God, I need this!"

James' thick phallus was a tremendous balm for Fanny's smolder. Delphia had really taught him well. He reached around to caress her full, dangling breasts even as his cock continued to thunder home. In. Out. In. Out. Each thrust bouncing Fanny off the floor. She was enthralled. Her only other sexual tryst had been (repeatedly) quick and violent. Joey had mounted her missionary; the two of them came (repeatedly) in tandem. Today's encounter was Fanny's first attempt at doggy-style.

It was not James' first. Two orgasms in, James knew it was time for a little rump rangery. Still stunningly erect, James withdrew his dripping missile from Fanny's cunt. Fanny slumped. She was dizzy from her most recent explosion. James took this moment to slather his erection in hot water and soap. Soon enough his cock was shrouded in foam.

When Fanny felt James' cockhead probing her buttocks open again, this time seeking her sphincter, she was a little chagrined but assumed it a mistake. She arched her back to clasp his cock with puss. James declined. He eased back, knowing well the difference between the two entrances. Fanny's eyes widened.

"No. No!" she exclaimed.

But it was too late. Slick with sudsy lubricant, James' steaming cock found and penetrated her outbox. Fanny began to struggle. James calmed her.

"Shush. Relax," he cajoled.

Fanny stiffened. In her wildest dreams she hadn't expected this. James hadn't mentioned that Delphia had shown him the southern highway. Fanny's sexual imagination didn't yet extend that far. She'd only hoped that maybe, just maybe, her brother might grace her cunt in tongue. That's as far as she'd dared fantasize beyond this singular tryst.

The suds on James' cock eased some of her pain. His dick was fat. Once he got his pud past her gatekeeper, the slide into funkytown was a fait accompli.

Fanny gritted her teeth and bore it. She'd never experienced the like. James pressed forward. Fanny felt that she was in labor, great with child. No. She was great with dick.

Just as Fanny was reaching the limit of her endurance she felt the welcome flap of James' nuts between her thighs. He was hilted. Instead of easing back for a second thrust, James held his phallus steady, fully clamped inside Fanny's ass. Fanny breathed a sigh of relief. It was her turn now. She took a few deep breaths. With a monumental effort, Fanny arched her ass a half-inch off James' dick. The pressure inside her body eased a smidgen. Fanny took another couple of deep breaths. She eased her ass downward. The pregnant feeling returned with a vengeance.

Fanny eased upward an inch. Once again the internal pressure of James' pulsating cock dissipated a bit. Fanny eased back down. The full feeling returned.

Fanny eased upward a couple of inches. Relief. Downward? Mania.

Soon the dichotomy between pressure and relief became a growing opiate. James held his dick steady as Fanny humped it. She started out slowly, agonizingly slowly. James' cock, slathered in foam, scrubbed Fanny's ass clean of fecal detritus. Fanny went from revulsion to annoyance to realization to joy. She'd found a second orifice whose needs might serve to dampen her youthful libido.

Faster and faster Fanny worked James' dick, churning her ass like a set of pistons. Soon enough the entirety of his length disappeared into and then re-appeared from Fanny's fundament. She tugged at his foreskin with her rectum, twisting it up and over his pudenda like a pro. James was in ecstasy. His sister was a natural. He noticed Fanny dripping with sweat. She was really working it.

With Fanny finally picking up the rhythm, James began to fuck. He withdrew and thrusted forward in tune with Fanny's churn. Soon Fanny's body cleared the floor each time James's cock powered home. Her ass cheeks thundered with wobble. Fanny wanted to scream out her lust but knew it to be a bad idea. She was being fucked silly. There were other people in the house. Her brother really knew what he was doing.

James reached around to caress Fanny's clitoris. The tangled patch of fur covering her cunt parted. Her clitoris was in full bloom. She took his hand and spread his fingers that they might slide smoothly over her clitoral erection. James was amazed at its girth and firmness. He cupped a tit with his free hand.

They fucked for an age like this, pausing only when their mother passed outside the bathroom door while doing her chores. Little did she know that her two eldest children were engaged in sexual congress on the other side of that door. Fanny quailed upon hearing her mother's innocent whistling just outside. She waited until Abby Kittridge descended the stairs, before continuing her roil upon her brother's cock.

All this was rather too much for the young stud. He ejaculated inside Fanny's ass with a shriek and a sigh, paused to regain tumescence and resumed fucking his sister without pulling out. Fanny sizzled to the heated surge of his eruption. Slapping his hand away from her cunt, she masturbated herself to completion. She knew better than he, how to accomplish the goal. She knew, too, that her mother would soon be looking for her. Fanny had to get her nuts off and flee the bathroom before being suspected. James' recidivist erection was not a welcome pole.

"James, I have to get out of here," she whispered.

"Let me finish," he mumbled with urgency.

"No, James! You already came and now you want to start over. Pull out!"

There was no conviction in her voice. James humped her thru several more iterations, watching his cock plow the crease in her buttocks. She was right. Anyone outside the bathroom would be thinking "He's been in there a long time!"

Reluctantly, James eased his steely shaft from Fanny's bum. It was covered in a soapy meringue of lather and cum. A huge gout of jism hoiked from her ass as he withdrew. Wordlessly, the siblings stepped into the shower stream. It wasn't a hot as before; they'd fucked their way through most of the reserve in the hot water tank.

Fanny soaped up. She didn't wash her hair; that would be evidence that she'd been in the shower. James' erect cock stood between them, unbowed, unbroken. He soaped himself and rinsed. Fanny stepped from the shower. Seeing his enduring hard-on, she took pity on him.

"Mom's going shopping in an hour. I'll take care of that for you when she leaves."

James smiled wryly. That didn't help him out right now.

Fanny dried herself. She donned her bathrobe. She peeked out of the door to make sure no one was about, then she scrammed. Slipping into her old bedroom, she grabbed a dress from her old closet and left the bedroom, closing the door loudly, and descended the stair with her dress. The garment offered an alibi for her purpose of being upstairs in just her robe.

James waited for a few appropriate moments, then he, too, exited the bathroom.

Morning chores

As Fanny predicted, her mother Abby gathered her younger children up and was soon off to the grocery store. She left Fanny with instructions to chop onions and mushrooms for a soup. She left James with instructions to sweep out the garage. She said she'd be back within the hour and expected both chores to be completed before her return.

James and Fanny watched her pull out of the driveway somewhat anxiously. They wouldn't have much time.

As soon as Abby Kittridge's car disappeared down the street, James grabbed Fanny's wrist and flew downstairs to her bedroom. Fanny tried and failed to convey feminine reluctance. In truth, she was seething to have another go.

Neither sibling said a word as they tore at each other's clothing. James yanked Fanny's panties off. He gasped. There it was, Fanny's golden cunt, in all its hairy glory. He hadn't seen it from the front earlier. Fanny pulled her t-shirt over her head to expose her breasts. She lay back on her bedspread, spread and raised her knees apart.

Men are always entranced by the vision of cunt. James' dick hardened into a ramrod of desire. Fanny's cunt bulged deliciously from between her thighs. Her slit glistened with dew. Her clit bobbled anxiously. James was transfixed. Kneeling between her open thighs, James paused to rein in his libido. He didn't want to cum too fast. The last time he'd seen this cunt it was bald, unsullied by the rigors of puberty.

Fanny, too, took a breathless assessment of the cock preening before her. It was shaped like an oversized clit, fat in the middle, skinnier at the tip. Further, it was deeply brown, darker than the rest of him. Further still, it stood with an unwavering purpose, despite having been drained in her bottom not an hour before. A tremor escaped her cunt.

The siblings regarded each other's nakedness as if seeing each other for the first time. It had taken Fanny months of moral quandary before deciding on this course of action. James, on the other hand, only needed to sniff an open cunt in order to shed his moral inhibitions.

Fanny's cunt would do.

Tentatively, Fanny reached for James' cock. She gripped it lovingly with both hands, pointing it towards her slit. As their genitalia touched, Fanny nudged his pud left and right to lubricate it with cunny juice. Soon she'd enveloped his cockhead in her swollen pink lips. Having gone without for so long, the electricity surge of first contact left her wild with desire.

Boldly, Fanny rotated her pelvis upward, sluicing James' erect phallus fully into her Cunt. James was amazed at her fecundity. Fanny brooked his gaze wantonly. James' dick became coated in the glisten and sticky glory of a cunt roaring for want of closure. James placed both his hands firmly just above her shoulders, and leaned forward on his straightened arms. Their pubic mounds smashed together tightly. James pressed forward deeply, stretching her cunt into a gaping cylinder. Fully immersed now, Fanny squeezed his cock sensuously before releasing him for the backstroke. James withdrew. Fanny felt his pud, again, trembling at her entrance. She gripped his cockhead firmly with her prehensile cunt lips to keep him from slipping out. James felt her cunt muscles contract, vice-like, to suck him back in. His eyes rolled back in his head. This was too good to be true.

James was, by now, a seasoned cocksman. He'd fucked enough women to be past the exotic thrill of premature ejaculation. What many don't realize is that, in truth, premature ejaculation is often the most pleasurable and explosive version of the genre. There is a point at which cum launch cannot be controlled. This moment of wild abandon overcomes even the most experienced cocksmen from time to time. James had fucked Fanny silly from behind in the upstairs bathroom earlier that day. His dick control credentials had already been established. Now, mounted over her missionary, seeing the sway of her tits, the glint in her eyes and the insensate grip of her heated punani, James felt that inevitable surge indicative of a massive jizz launch. This was his sister. He was in no danger of a damaged reputation by cumming too soon. Her tits rocked and swayed in a graceful dance of celebration of his koinonia. He was leading the dance with the rhythm of his thrusting, and her tits followed his lead with lovely, sultry, motions.

Fanny felt it, too. She'd long feared this moment. Unlike virtually all of her contemporaries, Fanny was not on birth control. Nor was she particularly familiar with the rhythm method. It's just not what unmarried Jehovah's Witness girls did. Allowing a man to cum in her cunt came with the significant risk of pregnancy. And this man was her brother!

Fanny's heart dropped as she felt James' phallus expand into the throb of impending missile launch. She wanted him to pull out. Maybe he'd stay hard if she sucked his nuts the way she'd seen Delphia do.

And yet Fanny's cunt had its own opinion on the matter. Fanny's cunt yearned to extract James' semen. It was a biological imperative. Having his dick inside her clouded Fanny's judgment. She'd already assessed this risk and decided to cross the pregnancy bridge if and when it came. It might not come at all.

"Go ahead," she whispered.

As if her permission had been asked. James was blinded by the madness borne of completion. Semen crowded up from his testes, accumulated behind his cockhead into an amorphous mass, and exploded into Fanny's cunt with a titanic rush of sizzling fire. Fanny shrieked. This was better than she'd dared hope.

She clamped her cunt tightly about James' dick, savoring each pulsing jet of cum peppering her cervix. Her entire body locked into an orgasmic rigor. James gripped her manically, unseeing, as he relieved himself inside her. His ongoing ardor caused Fanny to cum seconds later. She clamped his cock viciously with her cunt, causing him no small amount of pain. He was almost fully drained. Fanny's latent orgasm sought to extract another fountain of joy juice from her brother at the very moment he was least capable. Like James, she'd been unable to restrain herself.

The siblings lay inside each other for some minutes afterward. They had time for another go, but not the energy necessary. Usually James was multi-orgasmic. He was young. It didn't take long for his cock to recover. Not this day. Though Fanny's cunt continued to palpitate, James' dick retreated. When he finally rolled from atop her, his cock was a limp shell of its former self. It was brownish red and scorched. In other words, a novice had fucked James silly.

James mumbled something about having to sweep out the garage. Fanny was bewildered. There was no telling when they could couple again. They didn't have the house to themselves often. Couldn't he get it up just one more time? Fanny was learning a time-honored principle of sex: A quick denouement is the best indication of a scintillating cunt, or, sometimes one nut is the best you'll get.

The siblings finally dragged themselves from the bed. Fanny was horrified to find a monstrously wide wet spot festering under her behind. James' jizz was speckled with tapioca pearl lumps. Fanny's cunt was sloshy wet with jism. Semen flooded down her thighs. But it seemed that most of James' issue lay on the bedspread before her. Fanny hadn't expected this. Bucky Strong never left this much seed in her cunt.

Hurriedly, Fanny snatched the bedspread up and rushed it to the washroom. She hoped to have it washed and dried before their mother returned. Otherwise, Abby Kittridge would certainly be wondering how and why Fanny chose to wash bedding in the middle of the day, especially insofar and she'd been alone with her brother in the house.

"Go! Sweep the garage! We need to do this one more time before mom gets back. You came too fast!"

James trudged off, wondering where they were going to fuck without soiling the underlying bedding. He wished he'd thought to lay down a towel under Fanny's ass before getting started. Usually the girls made this concession. Fanny didn't have enough experience to head off the inevitable wet spot. He'd have to show her some tricks of the trade.

Fanny opened her tube of lotion and left the cap and tube on her nightstand. It was her ready alibi, if her mother inuired her decision to lauder the bedding. She’d say that she carelessly spilled lotion on it. She started the washer and then retired to the kitchen to chop vegetables.

To be continued in part 7. Based on the works of Bardot1990 for Literotica