Her cuntjuice poured into the open bottle,

clouding the dark liquid with milky streaks. She bobbed up and down, thighs tensing, riding the bottle as if it were a prick. Abandoned to her lust now, she drew the bottle out of her pussy and brought it up to her lips. Gazing longingly at her daughter's cunt, she slurped the neck of the bottle into her mouth and began to suck her own cuntjuice from it. She slid her lips up and down as if it were a glass cock. Coke, mixed with pussy nectar, sloshed onto her tongue and lips.

Wild fantasies flashed through her fevered mind. She imagined that the Coke bottle was Jimmy's cock, and that the cuntjuice she was tasting on it was her daughter's cum cream- that she was sucking her son's prick after-it had been dipped in her daughter's cunt.

She pulled the bottle from her lips and sank it up her cunthole again, moaning and panting. She had to stifle the urge to cry out aloud with her raging passion, afraid that the kids would hear her and terminate their fascinating exhibition.

Ready to come, Claire wanted the Coke bottle to shoot into her like a real prick. She pulled it out oilier cunt and jerked it furiously up and

down. When the Coke began to foam out, she shoved it back into her fuckhole and gasped as the tingling fluid poured into her and her, cunt melted onto it.

The fake cum sparkled in her cunthole as her clit detonated and her cum juice gushed out. Just as the frenzied woman reached the crest, she saw her son's fuckjuice spurt out, dosing Bonny with squirt after squirt of hot slime.

Spasm after spasm shook her lush body as she watched Jimmy empty his balls onto his sister, soaking her with jism from crotch to throat. Bonny was creaming too, her pussy pimping, her girl-cum out in creamy rivers that drenched her crotch, blending with Jimmy's jism and pouring down into the crack of her grinding ass.