my wife lowered her pussy onto our son's mouth and looked at me. something about seeing her hips slowly buck against his mouth... and hearing the sounds of his mouth frantically lapped at her little cunt, while she smirked at me.
On the 13th of every month, the witch demanded the potent power of her sons seeds, because through them she could remain beautiful - forever. She refrained from using any dark magic during the ritual. It was important to her that the semen was given away
