I’ll Show You Mine — If You Show Me Yours (Part 2)
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“Oh, God, Jack. This feels so good. I can’t believe we’re fucking. You’re fucking your brother’s wife.”
“So, you don’t want to see mine?”
“Huh?”
“You didn’t answer my question. Do you want to see my pussy?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Do you want to see my pussy, Jack? My pussy? Remember? I said I’d show you mine if you let me see yours?”
“I can’t believe this is happening,” Jack uttered, shaking his head.
“But it’s what you’ve wanted, right? What you’ve always wanted.”
“Carla, we’re not having sex. This isn’t going to happen. It was a mistake.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Carla, you’re my brother’s wife.”
“And, you’re his brother. Shit! That’s why this is happening. Because it’s just you and me, Jack.”
“Come on, Carla. Don’t make this any harder than it has to be.”
“Why not? You’re making me wet, Jack. You’ve got to see how wet!”
“Oh God, Carla.”
I pulled down my dress, splattered with Jack’s cum, and revealed my breasts.
“Carla, no.”
“Yes, Jack.”
“God, no.”
“God, yes!”
“No, Carla.”
“No?”
“No. No. No. No.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s not right.”
I stepped out of my dress and let it drop. I stood in front of Jack, wearing only my thong.
“You don’t like what you see?”
“Of course I do, but you’re my brother’s wife.”
I walked over and placed a hand on his shoulder. I leaned in and kissed his cheek.
