Keeping It In The Family
No problem.
“Are you
busy at the moment?” I asked somewhat unnecessarily.
“Not too,
what’s on your mind?” he replied.
“Why don’t
you come over here and eat my arsehole for a while.”
“Okay, be
right there” he answered obligingly, putting down the knife and wiping his
hands on his jeans
I sat up
straight on the couch and raised my legs in the air just in time for him to
kneel down and grab my feet, positioning himself so that he had a good view and
easy access.
“I’m nice
and clean, maybe a bit sweaty. Why don’t you take a sniff, just in case.”
Smiling, he
leant down and pressed his nose against my pink hole, closing his eyes as he
inhaled deeply.
“How is it?”
I asked, knowing perfectly well that you could eat your dinner off it.
“Just fine”
he answered.
“Maybe have
another sniff, just to make sure” I suggested, knowing how much he loved the
smell of my tight hole and hairy crack.
Sure thing”
he responded happily, pressing his nose even more firmly into my anus and
inhaling as if his life depended on it.
“Just the
way I like it” he reported when he finally came up for air.
