Valentine’s Day Blues

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Sometimes it’s hard to be alone. Most guys wouldn’t understand if a girl were to tell them that, I don’t know…. “Hey, I’m fucking you but I’m also fucking my Daddy and my Big Brother too.”

That’s why I keep sex as strictly sex. Fucking, and nothing else. But I HATE February, and Valentine’s Day, just because I don’t have a boyfriend like other girls my age.

Don’t get me wrong, boys my age are idiots that barely have the stamina in their dicks to keep up with their loud mouths and tiny brains. I prefer an older man, an experienced one that really knows how to work in the bedroom.

But still, the whole incest taboo is something that is really hard for most guys to accept, and I REFUSE to stop fucking Daddy and Brother, so I’ll just end up spending Valentine’s Day with them like always.

I always feel better sandwiched in between them, massive cock filling both of my wet and eager holes, hungry mouths latched onto my neck and sensitive titties No one else can fuck me the way that they can, most guys don’t like to share. The feeling of two hot, throbbing cocks sliding on my inner walls, so close I can feel them grate on each other through my skin, makes it all worth it.

. The cute little gifts they got me are discarded by the door. I don’t need that crap, not as long as I have Daddy and Big Brother!

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