Breeding the Help: The Joy of Sex Ch. 01

Here we are, with the first installment of The Joy of Sex! This series will have shorter, but more frequent chapters that will come out at least once a month. Enjoy. 

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Joy returns to a changed hometown, but her lusts are the same.

Barangay Alon, Phillipines June 1998

The Forever Sea, the people of Davao say, is the same sea we have known for hundreds of years. A beautiful and fickle sea, a sea that can be gentle and forgiving one moment, then cruel and brutal the next. The monsoon season brings its fury each year. But when the waters retreat and the sun is at its warmest, when the clear, clean blue of the Sulu shimmers like a sapphire during the day, there is no more beautiful place to be in all the world.

Joy Flores used to think of her home as an embarrassing little shithole. Nothing romantic like that.

But Barangay Alon, unlike the sea, was beginning to transform – much to the 19-year-old's amazement. In just one year since she'd been back for her sister's wedding, Alon had changed from a sleepy fishing village into something so much more.

The dirt path still wound along the white beach dividing the village from the sea, but it was crowded with people of every color and ethnicity. They milled about the simple, ramshackle shops and market stalls that had suddenly appeared, selling everything from food to souvenirs, swimwear, and surfboards. Just last year there was nothing but sand.

Inside the village proper, it was like the entire world had come to Alon. Her home was quickly becoming something like a surfer's paradise, with all the shops and conveniences of Davao City springing up. The air was full of different languages and tanned young visitors in surf gear, each with the carefree, telltale look of beach bums who'd come as far as Australia, the UK, and of course, America.

It was her enterprising brother-in-law Carl who was bringing Alon into the future. As Joy finished school in Angeles City, Maria had told her all about it on the telephone, breathlessly describing how Carl had pitched the Alon's amazing beaches and waves to people from the tourism and surfing industry back in the States. It seemed like a pipe dream until Kelly Slater showed up in Alon one day with his friends and made a video where he proclaimed that this was the home of the perfect wave.

Overnight, Alon became famous, and things moved quickly after that.

Maria, in turn, had been coordinating everything with the village leaders and the local government with the investment money Carl had secured through his connections at Princeton. Joy was impressed as hell with both of them and constantly amazed that little Barangay Alon could actually be worth anything.

After graduating from St. Gabriel's Academy, Joy returned to Alon for the summer before she would continue her studies at Holy Angel University – one of the country's best universities. Benigno and Liwanag were as proud of Joy as could be. For her part, Joy was so eager to see Maria, Carl, and all their beautiful tisoy children. Another daughter, Aurora, had been born a few months ago and they had no plans of stopping. It was still crazy for Joy to think she was already three times an aunt at nineteen.

So many changes in such a short time. It made the little teenager's blonde head spin.

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Another day's tropical heat had ebbed away, replaced by the soothing cool of the island’s fragrant night air. The gentle roll and soft retreat of the distant waves at low tide were a lullaby for the sleeping children that Joy watched over, all three finally asleep. The nursery was simple but elegant, decorated in warm pastels with white wooden furniture and a big window to let the light in. There were shelves with toys and books. A circus nightlight with colorful balloons glowed in the corner beside a big white teddy bear. One wall of the nursery was filled with a picturesque seaside mural while clouds dotted the rest. The warmth of love surrounded the happy place like a mother’s hug.

The dark-haired twins David and Reyna, both just over a year old, were tiny mixed-blood angels in their little onesies, sharing the best features of their parents. Little Aurora was nestled against Joy's chest as she rocked her in Maria's wicker nursing chair near the window, singing the lullaby that Liwanag had sung for her and her sister when they were kids.

"Sana’y di magmaliw ang dati kong araw

Nang munti pang bata sa piling ni Nanay..."

Aurora felt so soft and tiny in her teenage aunt's loving arms. Joy smiled warmly at her angelic little face and brushed a dark strand of hair away from the baby girl's brow. "Love you so much, beautiful," Joy cooed to her tiny niece in English.

Joy wasn’t a fan of being an unpaid babysitter, but it had its perks. This was the third night in a row where she watched over the sleeping brood while Maria and Carl rested in their room upstairs. Well...not really rested. The Filipina smirked quietly as she heard her sister's moans and brother-in-law's deep grunts through the ceiling, the light fixture above the baby's cribs swaying slightly from the exertions from the master bedroom. It had become the uncomfortable, frustratingly arousing norm for the teenager to hear them go at it like wild animals, to breed incessantly. It was as if they had their own heat, the way they went at it.

It drove Joy insane.

"Mmmm...Carl...yes...!" she heard her sister's muffled moan, followed by Carl's low grunt of brutish passion. The big white boy sounded like a beast as he mounted and fucked her slut of an older sister upstairs. Joy closed her eyes and bit the bud of her lip as she held the infant girl to her chest, gently caressing her hair. The teen could feel a hot ache pulse from her sex and thrum up into her young womb, a pang of desire that took hold that first night she'd watched them from the doorway – and never truly let go. Joy closed her eyes and began to imagine it was her young, tight, lithe body being pounded by Carl instead of Maria’s right now, her slender thighs clasped around his powerful white waist as she bucked upwards and cried out for more, his hardness, his size, the heat, the way it made her body burn, how much he needed her.

"NNFF! Fuuckk yess!" 

Joy could hear her brother-in-law's bestial grunt as he slammed himself into his Filipina wife over and over again.

Joy rocked Aurora cradling her to the slight swell of her chest as her eyes became half-lidded with pleasure.

The dirty thoughts in her mind slid deeper into depravity as the pair mated above her. Joy was an independent, educated young woman. She had a real future ahead of her. But the lure of Maria’s lusty fate was so hard to ignore. Yes, Joy was still a virgin after all this time, outwardly convincing herself that she was saving herself for the right man, but inwardly knowing the truth that she only wanted Carl. To feel his rough touch, the press of his strong muscles against her skin, his hot seed pumping inside her womb as he filled her with his babies.

Oh to be Kuya’s woman, to surrender to him and have his children...to be fucked savagely on her hands and knees, her pert teenage ass in the air like a breeding whore, like one of Bundok's mares, fucked like livestock, her teenage Filipina cunt wrapped around that massive white-boy dick and stretched to near breaking. To be just like her sister.

The final fantasy was the one that made Joy’s womb throb hard, her teenage cunt tremble and clasp for the foreign cock she so desired, salivating lubrication in preparation for his monstrous size.

Aurora stirred a bit against her and whimpered. Joy came back to reality with a guilty little flush on her face, giving a flustered smile down at her adorable niece. Aurora mewled and balled her tiny fists, her cute face scrunching up in preparation for a cry. Joy had learned quickly over the past two months that Aurora had a schedule like clockwork. The baby girl was hungry again, and it was time for another feeding. But she couldn't just interrupt their parents when they were like this.

Aurora whimpered again and made another little unhappy sound.

"Shh, shh, little girl...I know baby," Joy whispered. "Pero wag kang umiyak ngayon. Shhhhh..." she cooed, gently rocking the infant. Aurora seemed to be calming, but her lower lip still trembled and Joy knew it would only be a matter of moments before her soft, plaintive cries turned into a piercing wail. She began to quietly sing again.

"Lalabing-araw pa ng iyong araw

Sampaguita ngayong bukas..."

Joy tried to put a pacifier in Aurora's mouth, but she fussed and spat it out, still stubbornly refusing the plastic teat over the real thing. Joy had to admire how strong-willed her little niece was.

Aurora whined again, louder this time. Joy’s niece was getting impatient now. She wanted her mother’s milk and wasn't going to last for much longer, big brown eyes looking up at her aunt before rooting around her teenage chest. Aurora began to whimper, a pout forming on her little lips as she started to mouth on the fabric of her covered breasts. Joy looked down and sighed in exasperation.

"Oh for the love of God..." Joy pleaded under her breath as she lifted the bottom of her white, braless tank top, revealing the round underside of one of her tan breasts, a modest B-cup. She hesitated before pressing the puffy, pinkish nipple that topped it against the tiny girl's lips.

"Alright, just this once, you little piglet. Don't tell Mama!" she whispered to Aurora in a playfully sweet voice as she rolled her eyes down at her. Joy’s infant niece began to suckle instinctively, latching onto the teen's teat.

Joy closed her eyes and let out a long sigh of pleasure as the surprisingly strong suction gave way to the warm feeling of being nursed, the manufactured sensation of adolescent motherhood shuddering through her in a flood of endorphins. It was a guilty, guilty thing for the teen to breastfeed her niece, but it felt so good. The girl ached to have milk for her. She wanted this little piglet to be hers so bad.

"O-Oh shit...nakakamangha ang pakiramdam," she hissed through clenched teeth, stroking the girl's little head, looking down at Aurora nursing at her adolescent breast. Joy imagined a future where this wasn't her niece, but her own mixed-blood daughter, and like Maria, was hugely pregnant while she fed her growing brood. A feeling of intense heat and need radiated from her pussy as she imagined all her independence and hard work thrown away for a lifetime of carnal pleasure and subservience to Carl’s huge penis and male hunger.

Joy shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her thighs pressing together and squirming a little as Aurora nursed, moaning softly. Joy felt the wetness of her need seep out of her tight young pussy into her panties, her tight virgin folds crying to be touched. She could hear Maria and Carl still at it through the ceiling, her sister moaning wantonly. Joy’s jealousy flared again.

Aurora, though she didn't get any milk, had fallen asleep against her. Joy tenderly disengaged the baby and put her back down in her crib, sighing as she pulled down her top and sat back down.

The cries of lust from upstairs grew louder, and louder...

Joy reached down with a hand to her panties. They were soaking wet now and clinging to her pussy lips like a second skin. Joy slipped a finger under the band of the damp fabric and slowly traced the smooth skin of her abdomen, before running her fingers through the fine, trimmed downy triangle of black pubic hair, toying with her slit. She'd grown it in anticipation of coming here, knowing that Carl liked Maria’s pussy that way, even though Joy preferred to be clean-shaven. He might never see it, but it added to the dirty, sinful fantasy of her becoming her brother-in-law’s new woman.

Joy nipped at her bottom lip and stifled a whimper as she rode the pleasurable shocks from her slick teenage sex, trying to resist the temptation to cry out. She closed her eyes as the fingers on her hand continued their slow, agonizing descent, parting her eager labia and brushing over her swollen little clit. She felt awful to do it here in the nursery, but the kids were sleeping and she had to relieve herself. Joy slipped a finger into the wet warmth of her desperate pussy, beginning to slowly fuck herself in time with her brother-in-law's thrusting and moaning. The girl’s eyes fluttered shut in ecstasy as her thumb brushed her throbbing clit and began to slowly, softly caress her folds. Joy felt a pulse of heat, of delight in her neglected pussy; her walls clenching just as hungrily on her finger as Aurora did on her tit.

Joy knew it was wrong to do this. Wrong to be thinking of him, wrong to fantasize about being in her older sister's place, and even worse, to get off on it while she was supposed to be babysitting the children. But to feel even a pale shadow of the pleasure her sister was consumed with every night when Carl was here, to imagine her brother-in-law mounting and taking her, breeding her and making her pregnant…it was an itch that grew from that one night into an obsession no teenage girl should have.

Joy began to fingerfuck herself faster, the crescendo of pleasured sounds from above driving her to new heights as her hips began to roll forward in her chair, humping her tight little fist. She was starting to sweat, perspiration trickling down her neck to collect on the tops of her breasts. The girl pulled her shirt up, rasping as she gripped one of her small tits and mauled at it like she was possessed. Joy slipped another finger inside herself to feel an electric shock snapping across nerve endings. Her back arched at the feeling, head lolling to let her dyed hair tumble over the chair. A breathy moan escaped Joy’s lips as ecstasy consumed her, her slinky teenage body tensing up, bare toes curling. She could feel herself getting closer as she pistoned her fingers faster, the slick wet sounds of her young sex as it squelched obscenely under her ministrations. Another finger, almost more than she could bare, eyes shut tight to imagine it was Kuya’s big American dick invading her instead. She clapped a hand over her mouth to keep from screaming.

As Carl and Maria came together, so did she.

Joy's entire body seized and spasmed, her cunt clenching down to choke her fingers as her orgasm rushed through her body like a bolt of lightning. The Filipina’s vision flashed, ears roared. Her little teen body wracked as the pleasure surged through her again and again as Joy rode the wave of ecstasy. Her pussy flooded with her girl cream, gushing, soaking the back of her little denim cutoff shorts while her brown legs and feet shook.

The pleasure was so intense that it was as if she'd touched a live wire that ran from her clit to her womb and all the way up to the hard nipples on her breasts, her fingers never leaving her sex as it milked her with thirsty, fleshy ripples. Joy couldn't hold her cry in anymore, body clenching again as she moaned out loud like a bitch in heat, her voice joining the mating pair above her. The exhausted teen panted as she came down from her release, slowly coming back to her senses.

With post-orgasmic bliss, the adolescent hunger in Joy’s womb and pussy was sated for now. The girl closed her gaping mouth and straightened herself in the chair, breathing hard. Clarity turned to a regretful thing.

Why, oh why had she fled from them that night a year ago? The look in their eyes when they were fucking, they would have let her join them, no? Why hadn't she been brave enough? Ever the lesser sibling, Joy could've been in her sister's bed tonight instead of watching her babies while Maria got railed by Carl. Joy shook her head as she tried to banish the regret and envy she felt towards her older sister.

After a moment's hesitation, Joy pulled her fingers out of her still-needy slit, feeling her slick fluids dripping from her little pussy, folds still aching, pulsing for want of white dick. Just like Aurora, knowing the difference, being cheated with a lesser substitute.

The teenager, with some lustful shame, put the slender fingers that had been inside her into her pert mouth, sucking them clean with a quiet hum, enjoying the taste. The guilt was ebbing away now. She just wished she knew what they tasted like mixed. Joy sighed as she got up and fixed her shorts, grabbing a burp cloth to wipe her crotch and thighs down.

Joy caught sight of herself in the nursery's full-length star-festooned mirror and stopped to admire her slim, tanned Filipina body and the pretty face framed by dyed blonde hair. Joy knew she was attractive, more attractive than most girls in her village, and stood out even in a big city like Angeles. In the past year, she'd had so many advances on her at Holy Angel, but none had been worthy of her.

Joy took in her flat, athletic stomach and the perky mounds of her B-cup breasts beneath her tank top. She pressed her chest out proudly, cocking her hip to display her round little butt. Her assets were modest compared to Maria’s, of course – her sister was lithe like she was but had grown more full-figured with all her pregnancies, her hips round and womanly and her breasts large and ripe. The thought of Carl making her the same way elicited a shudder of renewed desire as Joy’s gaze trailed over her reflection; the way the little cutoffs clung to her narrow hips, and her long, shapely legs. The one thing she had over Maria was her youth. Her body was taut and firm, unploughed and so tight. Surely the temptation of her virginity could lure him...

In some ways, Joy had changed with Alon and embraced the foreign surfing culture of her village. She'd always enjoyed riding the waves as a girl, but the independence and carefree vibe the surfing lifestyle afforded her was liberating. It manifested in several ways – the corded strand necklaces interwoven with shells and wood, the piercing in her navel, the extra studs in her left ear, and, even the tiny tribal tattoo she had gotten on her back. Her skin had gotten a rich, golden tan from the sun, a gorgeous glow that complemented her body perfectly, despite the scolding of her mother and aunts as her skin darkened after long days in the ocean. Joy secretly hoped Carl would like that as well.

The teenage Filipina enjoyed hanging out with the new tourists, being one of the few locals who spoke Americanized English, and with only a hint of an accent. It’d allowed her to expand her knowledge and improve her language skills – better than the old-fashioned, dry, stuffy teachers back in Angeles City, anyway. The foreigners were fascinating to her; so different from her people, and Joy enjoyed getting to know them and hearing their stories, how their lives out in the world were compared to the quiet Filipino village. Joy could talk with them easily, and they appreciated her company – especially the males. Their attention was a far cry from the limp-dicked advances of Filipino boys, like a trailing pack of mangy dogs competing for a chance to hump her leg.

No, these were all real men with strong, athletic bodies on display – Europeans, Australians, and Americans who spent most of the time surfing or hanging around on the beach in board shorts, all tanned, inked, muscular skin. Warm smiles that belied friendly, but singularly male intent, a pale shadow of the fire she'd seen in Carl's eyes when he looked at Maria. It was the only time she ever felt shy; when they towered around her in a group, knowing how they desired her, to lead her back to their hostel room by the hand to defile her...

So many foreigners had come onto her since she came back. Joy always refused them, but she couldn't deny the physical response her young, fertile body had. Their attention made her feel so desired. One in particular was wearing her down; a 20-something Aussie surfer who was built like a Greek god, tall with braids of long blond hair and a light tan. His body was as beautiful as he was handsome, with a tight, rippled six-pack of abdominals that flexed with his muscles and strong, inked-up arms that would envelop and crush Joy's slender frame as he fucked her into the sand, or the mattress, or the wall.

But Joy was saving herself for Carl.

As if on cue, the creaking scrape of the bedframe upstairs began again, followed by her sister's breathy moans and Carl's impassioned grunts. They were even louder this time, her sister's screams, like a mating cat, rising in pitch, as Carl fucked her.

Too loud – Aurora woke with a whimper and began to cry. The baby wanted her mother's milk – not her aunt's dry, teenage teat. Joy sighed as she got up from her seat, walking to the stairs and barking up for her sister to come down and get her daughter, to stop fucking for a goddamn minute.

"Pwede bang huminto ka muna sandali at pakainin ang anak MO!!"

In a huff, Joy tried to comfort the crying child and fretted over the other two, who had started to stir unhappily in their cribs. The sounds from upstairs abruptly stopped.

After a few moments of silence, she heard hurried footsteps down the stairs to the nursery. Maria appeared in the doorway, perspiring and disheveled, her long black hair tousled and falling out of its loose braid. She was breathing hard, drifting in with a lazy, happy smile of a well-fucked and satisfied female. Maria had hastily thrown on a bathrobe that was mostly open to reveal her slickened skin and barely-covered breasts down to her flat stomach, tangle of black pubic fur, and a glimpse of cum dripping down her inner thigh.

Joy scowled at her older sister as she held a wailing Aurora with a fist on one hip. "Seriously? Akala mo naman wala akong narinig? Ikaw na."

You thought I didn't hear anything? It's your turn.

Maria rolled her eyes, tying up the light blue bathrobe loosely to cover up the cum that was trickling from her hairy, well-used pussy. She padded over to her youngest, picking Aurora up in her arms and cuddling her tenderly, calming the baby almost immediately. Maria cooed to her as she sat down in the nursing chair while Joy crossed her arms in frustration.

Joy scoffed as her sister pulled out a milk-swollen breast and offered her daughter a big fat brown nipple, already beading with cream. Aurora stuffed Maria's teat into her mouth to begin nursing, closing her eyes as her little fists curled into her mother’s long hair. She was already drinking heavily as Joy sat down, watching them with envy.

"Eto na yan...good girl..." Maria purred down at her child. She saw her sister staring and gave her a little knowing smirk.

"Malapit na ang turn mo, ate," she teased.

It will be your turn soon, little sister.

Joy flushed as her sister spoke, so easily seeing through her. The implication made the teenager fidget as her impotent, female lust reared up again, tightening her pussy with want.

The younger sister looked up from Maria's suckling breast to her smiling face, her brown skin dewy with the sweat of exertion, looking so pretty, so motherly with the baby in her lap. Jealousy burned, despite all the love Joy had for her. Aurora fidgeted and Maria's loosely tied robe fell open. Maria’s body was on full display; her sister's heavy, teardrop-shaped breasts, drooling with milk-swelled nipples, slightly rounded stomach, and widened hips; the jungle of cummy hair between her legs. Maria didn't care at all.

It was so...indecent, so wanton of Maria, so shameless, her entire body exposed to her younger sister, the older Filipina's free hand trailing over her bare skin, caressing her abdomen while her child fed. No doubt pregnant again, or in the process of being impregnated by his seed. The pearly, glistening fluid had already started to leak from Maria's gaping, hairy cunt, dribbling in little spurts down the older woman's skin as she sat there in the chair nursing.

Maria giggled as she caught Joy staring, playfully offering her the other breast. "Gusto mo? Mukhang kailangan mo rin ng kaginhawaan."

You want some? Looks like you need some comfort too.

Joy snapped back to attention with a huff of indignation, crossing her arms across her chest as if to guard her modesty, though she was mostly just trying to hide her arousal as her face flushed.

"Au, fuck off, Maria!"

Joy was irritated. Flustered. The sexual energy between Maria and her husband had grown more heated, more tense over the past year with their shameless displays in front of Joy – the teenage girl had started to constantly get herself off to their sex.

Did they know about it?

Joy sat down on the floor in a petulant, cross-legged huff, looking away from Maria's lewd display and out the window to the moonlit waves and palm fronds beyond. Eventually, her sister stood from her seat with Aurora now asleep and sated, eyes closed in a milk-induced slumber. She walked to the twins' cribs to check on them before putting Aurora down carefully and giving the three of her children a tender kiss on their foreheads.

A long sigh escaped from Maria as she looked down at Joy. She did up her robe before she sat down on the ground with her, stroking her younger sister's dyed hair affectionately.

Joy paused for a moment before she leaned back into Maria's shoulder and sighed as well, accepting the affection, her earlier irritation already forgotten. She wished she could just tell Maria how she felt, how she regretted fleeing from the two of them that night before the birth. How she wished she could have been brave and embraced her needs...

The girl closed her eyes and imagined how things might have gone differently as they shared a long moment of silence and sisterly closeness.

Joy would have padded into the bedroom in a daze, standing before the two of them as Carl was knotted deep inside her massively pregnant sister and draped over her, panting, both of them locked in the afterglow of their messy pregnant fuck. They'd stare at each other in hot, loaded silence. Maria would have broken the tension with a coy giggle as Carl pulled out with a slick pop and stood in front of Joy, his enormous white cock dripping with their combined fluids, already growing rock hard for the new female before him. Wordless, they would beckon her to join them, and Joy would slowly strip from her pajamas, baring herself to them, discarding each piece of clothing like the final scraps of her decency and morality. Her teenage Filipina body taut and lean, her small breasts tanned, her puffy, aching nipples dark, hips curving down to her untouched, virgin sex. She'd have been trembling with nervous anticipation.

Joy would crawl to the two of them and look up at Carl as he would offer his monstrous, still-hard member. It would have been covered with both her brother-in-law and older sister's passion, thick and clinging and dripping cream.

Joy would look at the offering and lick her lips, looking back to Maria for approval. With her sister's silent, loving gaze, she would reach out to take Carl's hard cock and place a tender kiss on the underside, feeling its warmth on her lips, before licking along its shaft, tasting the two of them, the mingling of their sex. He'd have groaned softly in approval as she would lick his manhood with tentative little laps like a cat at first, tasting and cleaning him, savoring their mixed juices. Maria would stroke her younger sibling's hair with sisterly pride, whispering for Joy to please the man who had seduced them all with his maleness, with his virility. Joy's inexperienced licks and kisses would have given way to soft, worshipful sucking, taking Carl into her mouth as her eyes fluttered closed, bobbing on him and getting his cock cleaned and hard again, just as her own juices dribbled down her inner thighs and pooled under her on the bed.

It would have only taken a few moments for the American man's lusts to rise again, to take her roughly by the scruff of her neck and press her face down, ass-up onto the bed, shaking in her eagerness, legs spreading instinctively to take his huge length inside her. It would have been Joy's first time. Her very first time.

Maria would be on her hands and knees to the side watching her younger sister eagerly, licking her lips, her swollen, pregnant belly hanging between her spread knees to drag on the mattress as her pussy gaped from their previous mating, a hand draped between her thighs to pleasure herself as Carl inducted her own sister into their stable.

Maria giggled softly, kissing Joy's head, and brought her back from the fantasy with a deep blush.

"Ano ang iniisip mo? Natutulog na?"

What were you thinking? Falling asleep already?

"Oo naman," Joy sighed. "Whatever. You just don't understand anything. I can't stand the two of you fucking all the time, it's driving me cray-zee!" the girl complained in English, immediately creating distance between her and her sister. "You're such a lucky bitch, you know that?"

Maria frowned, unfazed. She just hugged Joy closer. She smelled strongly of the sweet musk of sex and sweat.

"Manampalataya ka, kapatid na babae," the older sister purred, trying to reassure Joy. " Makukuha mo ang iyong lalaki."

Have faith, little sister. You’ll find your man.

I already have, Joy thought miserably, biting her lip hard. I already have.

“I want Carl,” she confessed in a sudden, blurted whisper, unable to hold it in anymore. Maria's eyes widened in shock.

It was fucking stupid and Joy knew it the moment she said it. Impulsiveness brought on by her unbearable horniness, but she couldn’t take it back now. Leaving Maria in shock, Joy kissed her sister’s cheek before padding out barefoot to retreat to her room and invariably fuck herself into the stupor of sleep.

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