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Keeping the Family Business Alive [Bene and Daleeria]

Lana bobbed her head up and down slowly, leaving it vague as if she was nodding to his statement about wanting to leave his job. She couldn't even blame him; it sounded like a shit job for shit pay, one she wouldn't be caught dead doing.

With the move she was about to make on Fisher, maybe it wouldn't be a bad time to start establishing their front. She had no clue what type of business a man like Gavin could run, but some of the spots downtown had been on the market for a while and Lana was sure she could negotiate a better price to start... She'd have the overhead fairly shortly...

While she thought on this, she sucked him slowly, only trying to keep him hard and not get him off quite yet. She just needed a moment to consider their options.

"Yeah, I have a few..." his dick made a 'pop' sound as it came out of her mouth and she stood up, swigging down the other half of her beer while climbing into his lap. Her thighs were covered with her juices already, and for the first time in the week they'd been fucking, she slid down his cock with almost no resistence.

There was a satisfying smack as her ass hit his thighs. "Think you can kill a couple of weeks, find a different quick job somewhere long enough that your PO chills?" the words were accommodated by rhythmic slapping of skin on skin as she began to bounce.

Fuck. Something about talking about this shit while riding his dick made her want him even more. This was the horniest she had been in days and that was saying something.

"I'm going to travel farther downtown and find an ATM. I still have four or five of Louie's credit cards and they're all active. I'm going to max them out pulling out of a few ATMs... I figure I can probably get 30k between them before I get locked out of the account if I space it out right. Get us a car- fuck!" the petite girl shuddered as she slammed herself down and ground him against her cervix. "Use that to invest in product, get that moving around... Three weeks I'll have you whatever building and shop front you need. What would you sell?"
 
It was honestly impressive how well she could compose herself despite his cock being buried in her. Aside from the occasional deeper breath or that one “Fuck” she moaned out, it was if they were just having a normal conversation.

Gavin held her hips as she bounced, letting out the occasional groan himself as he though. What should he sell? Or do? After so long in prison it was hard to remember what he was good enough at to make money. Then again this front wasn’t about the money, so what he did wasn’t important. There were some ideas he had, maybe a bar or a nightclub. Those often made a lot of cash so that would explain the lack of paper trail with their income. Downtown there were a few spots they could buy, with cash, then go from there. A business meant employees though, ones who would ask questions. Maybe Lana could hire dealers to work there?

“A bar. Or a club.” Gavin finally said aloud. His voice was a bit breathier than normal. “Think about it, they are business where people pay cash. Same as yours. I like beer and booze, and could running a bar really be that hard?” he asked.

While he waited for her response he slapped her ass a few times and let out a groan. Gavin was so turned on my all of this, he was already getting pretty close. To slow things down a bit he gripped her hips tighter and held her still, with himself still to the hilt inside of her.

“There’s even one downtown we saw last week that has an apartment above it. Get out of this shithole finally. The neighbors are gonna complain about us any day now too.” he said with a small smirk.
 
Lana laughed at that last line, fully accepting his need for a break without remark for once; she was in no rush to get off, loving this planning all while riding him casually. She leaned back to look at him thoughtfully. "Bar wouldn't be a bad idea, though you're a felon and I'm underage so getting a liquor license would be impossible... Give me some time to think about it..." that was something that would be a complication for them until her 18th birthday; his status as a felon limited the jobs he'd be able to get in the meantime... But there was little hope of getting any sort of liquor license or the like in the short term. And all their financing would have to be cash to make anything work out.

Lana closes those pretty Brown eyes and continued to grind the tip of his dick deep inside her with a moan, taking a moment to just enjoy the dick.

"Eh, I'm pretty sure the guy next to us lives alone and gets off on our sex noises. Think of the poor voyeurs!" Lana was in a phenomenal mood and laughed, looking at him and realizing why Louie had chosen his brother as a partner. Gavin wasn't an idiot by any stretch. It was easy to bounce ideas off of him, and he was quick fire with the snark. It kept her on her toes. Challenged her to think outside the box. Like a puzzle of sorts she was still figuring out.
 
“Right… I almost forget about the felon thing sometimes…” Gavin said in an annoyed tone. “This fucking country and its labels. But if anyone can come up with something its you.” he said. From the look of things, her mind was likely already at work. Despite what they were currently doing.

Finding any sort of work beyond that fucking packing job was tough as a felon. Before he had gotten his current job, he had been turned down by at least a dozen other places. If it weren’t for his PO pulling some strings, even they wouldn’t have hired him. That’s why starting his own business would be the way to go. That way he couldn’t be turned down for his felon status.

All of this he thought about while Lana slowly grinded her hips into him. It was gradual, but he did feel himself working up to his climax; her mostly just teasing him from the feeling of it.

This had gone on long enough though, and he decided it was time to get off finally.

Gavin gripped her hips again and started to thrust into her from below, slamming upwards towards her. The position was a bit awkward, but he had enough strength to still fuck her from below. Their skin slapped together and the couch creaked below them. After a few seconds of it, he stopped and slapped her ass to get her moving again now.

“Let’s finish this up, I’m hungry. Figure we could do pizza? Unless you wanted to cook.” Gavin suggested. Lana’s cooking was almost as good as sex with her. Almost.
 
Lana nodded. "Pizza sounds good to me!" she was quite hungry herself as she repositioned her body so she was squatting on his dick and started to REALLY bounce herself up and down that shaft like she meant it. This was fun, but her stomach growled and she had work to do. "Ah fuck... that feels real fucking good!"

The penetration like this was deep and hard as she let her weight and momentum do most of the work for both of them. Lana smirked as she got closer to cumming. "Besides, there's a lot of planning to do and I'm the brains of the operation. Hard to think with your dick slamming into my cervix!" such a lie and they both knew it, she was just trying to rile him up to finish the job. It was always more satisfying when he shoved his cock into her with force and irritation at the end of a fuck session.

Another minute of the friction between them and she slammed down, muscles spasming around him as she dropped her head forward and rested it on his chest long enough to let the orgasm wreck her nerves, blind to if he came with her or not... if not he'd have to finish himself off like she was just a warm fleshlight that happened to be a damn good cook and have multiple holes. Shaking in his lap, she laughed breathlessly and pulled back, immediately getting off his lap.

"I'm going to shower, you know I'll eat whatever if you want to make the pizza call?" she figured that'd give it enough time to get there, and she pulled her wallet out of her backpack and tossed him some cash to contribute. As always, leaving a trail behind her that'd she'd have to clean up once she was done leaking. She'd never get tired of the little bit of pride she got from seeing the mess he'd leave her in. "If they have breadsticks too, I need to carb load to get this brain really rocking."
 
The feeling of her climax around his shaft was just enough to get him off too. Gavin filled her up and held her there a moment till he was done, then let her get off and head down the hall. Lana worked quick it seemed. By the time he had started to come down from his own climax, she had already disappeared down the hall.

“Yeah that’s fine! I’ll do that… I guess.” he called down the hall after her. Gavin had half a mind to follow her into the shower and teach her manners, but he was a bit tired. Plus there was pizza to order.

Gavin stood up slowly and groaned; a reminder of his age. He stumbled over to the end table where his phone was and unlocked it. Lana had showed him an app where all you do is enter your order and the people drop the food off at your door. Sure beat waiting on the phone for the pizza place to answers. He went with 2 larges, an order of breadsticks and a 2 liter of soda.

With the food ordered he tossed the phone about on the couch and fished his shorts up from the floor. He slid them back on, but left his shirt off. The shower was still running so it seemed Lana would be a bit longer.

There wasn’t much else to do till then, so he went back to watching TV. As if nothing had even happened.
 
Lana took herself a nice long shower for two reasons; first she needed good time to think about their futures. The felon thing really was an inconvenience until her 18th birthday, and he clearly needed work. Secondly, she was filthy. Scrubbing the grime of the day off, getting the cum out between her thighs. There were so many working parts, and the first step was that credit card experiment tomorrow after school.

Lana wrapped her hair in a towel and popped out of the bathroom naked to ask him a question. "Hey you know anything about cars and car parts? Just thinking maybe we'd get lots of money out of that, especially downtown where there aren't a lot of people that deal with the big fancy cars?" she asked as she leaned against the wall. There was a knock on the door and Lana lazily walked back to her room to dress.
 
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The knock at the door drew Gavin from his TV-induced hypnosis. He stood up answered the door, not noticing Lana was still behind him. Instead of speaking right away, the delivery boy just stared with his mouth open. Gavin raised an eyebrow at him, then turned his head back just in time to see Lana's bare ass as she stepped into the room. A frown formed on his face as he returned his site to the delivery boy.

"Easy there kiddo, just give the food and get the fuck out of here." he said to him

With that said, he slammed the door and walked the food over to the kitchen counter.

"Food's here slut, maybe warn me if you're gonna be prancing around here naked..." he yelled out to her. Gavin reached into the cupboard to grab two plates and set them down. While he waited for her, he served himself and walked his food back to the living room to eat.
 
Lana couldn't help but smirk as she slipped into PJ shorts and a tank top, hearing his call about food as she was drying her hair. While she was doing that she turned on her laptop and got herself situated to do a little work. Then the smell of pizza overpowered everything else and she got off her bed to go grab a plate. Two slices of pizza and a bunch of breadsticks later she was washing the dishes when she broke the news:

"Hey I know you probably want peace and quiet tonight, I'm going to do some working in my room, kay?" she didn't supposed he'd give a shit either way, she was mostly telling him as a courtesy. If he had anything to say about it, she'd hear it out but frankly he was constantly complaining about her always hanging out and not shutting up unless they were watching a show together or fucking. "I'll be late coming home tomorrow, got some shit to do to prepare for the weekend."
 
Gavin shrugged. “I don’t really care either way. I already fucked you once today, so that’s our quota.” he replied with a chuckle. “As much as I enjoy you, I know you’d just get distracted and end up sucking me off again. Or that thing with your feet you tried a bit ago. So off you go! Good luck in there.” he said with an encouraging slap on her ass.

This would give Gavin the rare chance to sleep alone in his bed, so he thought of it as a win. By now he actually enjoyed her company but he still had his limits.

Gavin tossed the leftover pizza box into the fridge and cleaned his plate. Once that was done he went back to the couch to resume his hard work of watching TV. There was not much else on, but on one of the movie channels there was an old western; old dude’s favorites.
 
Even Lana was ready for a short break from constantly being around the man. Sure, the sex was great and she was definitely into their dynamic of freedom from any expectation other than a good blowjob, some tight pussy and the occasional meal. Plus, there was their actual business but that was mutually beneficial for both of them, especially now that she could make her moves and start playing the Game even better than her father had.

So the teenager retreated to her room with her laptop and a couple of sodas, and even when he'd make his way to bed, he's see the light on through the cracks in the door while she worked late into the night to find a way to make everything work. Hell, even when he got up she wasn't out in the living room doing yoga or acting like a slut. Breakfast was made with a note that claimed she left early and would be back late.

After all, she was a busy girl.

School seemed so uneventful even with the amount of money she made passing weed around and putting her feelers out on anyone that would take her coke connection. Especially when she had better things to be doing than wasting her time hanging around needy, selfish city pricks who didn't give a shit about anyone else other than their own skin. That was fine, Lana could and would take care of their own.

Once classes got out, she slipped out and grabbed the bus downtown again, hitting up a few ATMs. "You stupid son of a bitch..." she muttered as she successfully withdrew off of Louie's credit cards between ten different ATMs. She even decided to be an ass and tossed them out after cleaning her prints off of them; she could easily say they got lost, or she got mugged or a million different other things if anyone had her contact information. It was easy enough.

It was nearly 8pm when she locked the door behind her and slipped into the kitchen with a bag of expensive steaks and all the trimmings. Assuming it was sitting on the couch, she walked into the living room and bent over behind him to whisper in his ear: "I'm about to make your dick so hard..." as she dropped an easy 10k in his lap in cold hard cash, minus the 1k she had taken for herself. "Good thing the cops didn't deactivate Louie's credit cards and all of them had empty limits, huh?"
 
The movie finished and there was still no sign of Lana. Seemed she was hard at work in there.

Eventually Gavin decided to head to bed as well, after cleaning up the kitchen a bit. As he passed by Lanas room he peaked through the crack to see her at work. It was best to leave her be. So he went to bed without so much as a word to her.

The next morning he found her note and paid it no mind. Lana was clearly up to something and he knew better than to get in the way of her. Gavin went to work as usual, and came home as usual.

After a few hours alone he realized Lana really would be late, and heated up some pizza for dinner. He finished his food quickly and cleaned his plate, before sitting down on the couch to watch TV. As usual.

A few more hours passed by and the door finally opened, and Gavin soon found stacks of bills in his lap. His eyes traveled from his lap to her a few times before he finally said something.

“Good work kid. This what you were so busy with?” he asked. “What do you have in mind for this much cash?”
 
"I was thinking a car was in order. It'll make it easier for you to find a different job, plus it'll make it look like you're making progress to your probation officer... Make it easier for both of us to get around..." Lana stepped around the couch, strutting like a god in her jeans, tank top and two inch heeled calf length boots. She stared down at him with a grin. "I bought some thick ass T-bone steaks, bunch of Potatos for baking and all the shit for a bomb ass steak dinner. And you can already guess what dessert is going to be!"

God she was wet, and it was all thanks to a well popped off scheme. She was more than happy to have gotten off with this. But, as if he needed any icing on the cake:"And guess how much more fucked over Louie is now because of it!!" with the widest grin ever.
 
“You never cease to amaze me Lana.” Gavin said, practically drooling over the thought of those steaks. And dessert. Pulling something like this was a real “fuck you” to Louie, which felt even better. The car would be a huge improvement to their quality of life, and make his PO happy.

“I’ll look online for a car, there’s this shitty used car lot down the road that has cars we could just pay cash for.” he said. Gavin grabbed his phone and started looking at the website. That’s when he saw something even more interesting. The dealership was hiring.

Gavin had worked on cars in the past, though mostly in disassembly. Louie owner a few chop shops back in the day to get rid of stolen cars, and a few insurance fraud schemes. Though he mostly dealt in drugs. The car stuff was a side hustle, but Gavin learned a bit tearing down cars for him.
 
Lana grinned and disappeared into her room to drop her school bag and changed into something she could easily fuck in the moment dinner was eaten; a short flowy dress that barely covered her ass and she wrapped her apron around her to protect her clothes.

It wasn't long until Potatos were in the oven and steaks were being cooked on the stove and the apartment smelled amazing. Lana was in an incredibly good mood. "A car will make a huge difference. If we can pay cash for it, even better. So I've been thinking about that bar thing. I know a guy who's good at forging shit. I could have him do up some shit to make me look old enough to own something like a bar, fake ID and paper trail and all. Could hire you on as a bartender, get own of those downtown buildings we were discussing. Found one with a nice three bedroom apartment, better kitchen than this. Gives us space to have an office and a safe and shit for the cash the bar will bring in, plus plenty of space to avoid each other when we want!" Lana hollared from the kitchen as she cooked them the thick steaks and two loaded baked Potatos, setting them on plates and looking at the kitchen table."Yo, wanna use this kitchen table for its intended use? This isn't exactly a couch dinner..."
 
Gavin sat down on the other side of the table from her, taking note of her new outfit choice. The food smelled amazing, and looked even better. The only thing it was missing was beer, which he quickly stood up to grab and sat back down. He cracked it open and sipped it with a content sigh.

“Bar angle I like. Having a cash business helps launder easier. But enough business talk, let’s talk pleasure.” he said with a grin. “This food is fucking incredible, and you’re looking pretty fuckable in that dress. But since you’ve done all this, I’ll do something for you. How’s about I finally go down on you?” he asked. It was rare, if at all, he actually reciprocated but he had never had complaints.

He could she was horny, and he was also a bit hard in his shorts. Gavin knew once they got things cleaned up after dinner they’d be up all night again. Tonight was a night to celebrate after all.
 
Lana glowed, happy he saw how fuck able she was looking in her outfit, mostly because it ensured that she was getting it later. She sat down across from him and dug into her potato first, famished from her day and all the excitement. "Hard to think of anything else when everything is lining up so nicely for us, but you're right, let's celebrate!" she pulled out a bottle of champagne she had used her fake ID to get and poured them each a cup, feeling pretty fucking classy despite drinking out of a coffee mug and a plastic cup.

His offer to go down on her surprised her and she chewed thoughtfully on her medium rare steak, staring at him. "That sounds like a hell of a celebration. Maybe a little old fashioned 69 so we don't piss the neighbors off for once?" she teased as she ate.
 
Gavin finished chewing the bite he had and nodded towards her.

“Seen enough porn to know that one. Sounds good to me. But just know this is a special occasion only.” he said with a stern look, trying not to laugh. To think this is what they were discussing over dinner. Really showcased their complicated relationship.

“I hope you don’t need to walk much tomorrow.” he said plainly and took another bite of steak. It was cooked perfectly. If the drug thing didn’t work out, maybe they could open a restaurant. But so far it was pretty good. Already made more these last few weeks than he made the last few months. And to think Gavin thought she would be a burden.

Gavin finished chewing again and reached under the table. He pulled his partially hard cock from his shorts and placed his hands back on the table, tapping it slightly for her to look under.
 
"Special occasion is fine. Not like I've had a lot of guys eating me out before. That's not exactly what they came around for is it?" Lana leaned back in her chair, already half done with her meal with as hungry as she was. She hadn't eaten since breakfast with as busy as she had been at lunch time selling pot and hanging outside. Food hadn't been a priority when she was making money and plotting ways to screw her dad over. The fact it had worked so well had her sitting on cloud nine as she looked across at him with a smirk as he tapped the table.

Lana didn't just look though; she didn't need to, she already knew what was waiting for her. Instead she slipped completely under the table and crawled her way over to him, mouth engulfing the partially hard cock with enthusiasm. "You know what Louie's problem was? He got cocky. There was no huge dick to keep him in check when the money came rolling in..." she smirked against his shaft as she ran her tongue down to the base. Feeding his ego once more; sure, it was true that the regular hard dicking was keeping her humble enough to catch herself before she made mistakes, but they both knew that Louie was just an egotistical bastard beyond belief.

"Finish your food, I want my dessert..." sure she hadn't finished her dinner, but that didn't matter; she'd have that for later when she needed a snack. No doubt he was going to work her to being hungry again with the way they went at it.
 
Gavin’s eyes widened as he once more felt the feeling of her lips wrapped around his length. It familiar by now; but just as good. While Lana did her work under the table, he cut off another piece of steak and ate it. He chewed it slowly, really savoring the taste, and swallowed with a relaxed sigh. Which was half pleasure from her mouth, and half from the steak itself.

“Fuck Lana, that’s a good steak.” he said to her, as if still across the table from him and not under it. The tone in his voice had barely changed from before. He cleared his throat and stroke up more conversation.

“Thinking a nice Ford. Those still good? Probably get a decently sized truck for 10 large. Perhaps green. I had a blue one before prison, but that’s long gone.” he said, scratching at his chin. “Not getting no small ass sedan or a worse a fucking Prius. That’s for damn sure.” he added on and wagged his finger.
 
"I'd pay a decent price to see you squeeze into a Prius though," Lana said as if it'd be mere amusement and not for any serious thought of purchase. This was a woman who had spent her last year driving an expensive sports car that could go 0 to 60 in 3.5 seconds. A Prius sounded like a hyperactive bee buzzing into a megaphone. "Honestly, Ford's gone down hill over the years. They're not the worst trucks of course! But they're making them more and more out of plastic instead of metal and trucks are meant to be heavy duty right? Still, they're better than some of the other brands. I know how to fix a car up so if it's got some maintenance we don't have to worry about anything other than parts, and like I said... I know a guy."

Even when talking her tongue worked his shaft with enthusiasm, but now that he was hard in her hands she simply... went back to her place, clearing her plate into a plastic container to throw in the fridge before rinsing off her dish; in a turn of events she didn't OCD wash the dishes right then and there. She had more important things on her mind than chores; she could handle them in the morning.

Now she turned around, leaning against the counter and unbuttoning her jeans, slowly lowering the zipper so he could see she hadn't even bothered wearing panties today. It seemed like a layer she'd just have to deal with later. Like she knew this was coming. "Besides, we're going to need something rugged that can probably haul shit, starting a bar or whatever we do will mean booze runs, getting tables into a place, etc..." as if she needed to rationale the need for a truck any further. Really it was just her incessant need to keep talking.

Shamelessly stripping in the kitchen had become such a norm for her; any man who wanted to marry her had better damn well be comfortable with that fact too. Lana dropped her jeans to the floor and stepped out of them, peeling her t-shirt off simultaneously with a grin on her face. Of all the things she could at least say that Gavin seemed to fully accept the fucked up individual she was. Whether that's because he understood the type of fluence Louie had on those around him or because he was just as fucked up too didn't matter; it made him virtually the only person she had even a meager level of trust in at this point. "I'll be on your bed whenever you're done enjoying the steak!" she winked at him playfully, knowing damn well she wouldn't even make it to the bedroom before he had her pinned against the wall or was hauling her down there himself.
 
Gavin watched her closely as she peeled her clothes off. All the while chewing his steak. As she walked away he gave a sarcastic wave and swallowed. This steak was good, but so was she. For a few moments he stared at his half-eaten meal, one she worked hard on, and pondered leaving it behind to go fuck her. It would be a shame to let this go to waste, but a bigger shame to not thank her properly for this meal. Eventually he reached a compromise in his head, and cut off one final bite and shoved it into his mouth and stood up.

As he walked down the hall to his room he chewed hurriedly and swallowed just as he reached the door.

“Great meal Lana, you’re a great cook. But you and I both know there’s another thing you’re good at too.” he said and pointed to the ground in front of him. That half blowjob he got during dinner had him aching for more. “So how about you suck me nice and good, then perhaps I can return the favor. But only if you do a good job.” he said.

Eyeing her, he dropped his shorts to the floor and reached for his newly freed cock to give it a few strokes. It was just as hard as earlier. Ready for the night they were about to have. It was still early and he was thankful he had a good meal to give him fuel for what promised to be a long night.

Gavin cracked his neck and sighed, waiting for her to make her move.
 
Lana didn't mind how long it took him to make his decision; after all, she was having the time of her life right now after all the hard work they had been putting into this plan. It coming to fruition as quickly as it had so far was beyond her hopes and dreams. That meant that she wasn't nearly as bossy and demanding as usual. She just wanted a hell of a good night.

When he finally joined her in the bedroom she was sitting at the edge of his bed fingering herself just enough to get her nice and wet for him, and of course she loved putting on a little show for him. He seemed to enjoy these little moments of walking in on her prepping herself for him. After all, it'd have been nearly impossible to take his cock otherwise half the time. "Have I ever not doing a good job?" The brunette raised her eyebrow as she stood up, walked over in front of him and started doing something a bit uncharacteristic for her; she started nipping and kissing her way down his body aggressively, her hands replacing his around his shaft as she stroked. She felt like he deserved something extra special tonight, a bit more of her creativity for his enjoyment as she lowered herself to the ground as she went.

Instead of driving straight to sucking his cock the moment she got down there, she instead brushed her nose against his balls and took the sack gently in her mouth and began to suck lightly. She loved looking up at him with his shaft sitting on his face as she worshipped his balls; it felt so primal and dirty.

"And besides, you've earned the extra effort," Lana's pink lips finally moved to the base of his cock and she ran her tongue piercing along the underside like she had so many times before. There was a new fervor though, a wildfire of excitement behind those brown orbs of hers as she spread her mouth and swallowed him whole to the base, barely gagging. At that point she looked up at him with those 'face fuck me, baby' eyes and as much of a smirk as she could manage with his throbbing dick spreading her mouth so wide.
 
Gavin let out an approving groan when he felt her lips around his balls. That was certainly unexpected, but definitely appreciated. While she tended to him, he ran his fingers through her hair gently and moved any stray strands from her face. Finally she took his shaft in her mouth and gave him a very familiar look.

He gripped the sides of her head tightly and shoved her head forward towards hips to have her take his whole length down her throat. As he hit the back of her throat he let out another sigh and then smirked down at her.

“That’s a good girl. Now continue to be good and take this.” he said to her as a warning mostly.

Gavin then loosened his grip to have his cock slide partially out of her face, then began to thrust his hips to fuck her face. Every few thrusts he would grip her tightly and force to deepthroat, before continuing.

This cycle would go on for a minute or so before he let go of her entirely and slid his cock out of her mouth to let her breath. He himself started to feel like he was getting close and wanted to drag this out as long as possible. So to that end he took a step back and looked at his drool covered niece.

“Up on the bed, legs spread. Only fair I return the favor.” he ordered.
 
It was a rhythm she had grown fond of over these last weeks; the darkness inside her really enjoyed the look in his eyes when he was in control. It left the impression of ownership that Lana claimed she would never let anyone else have.

But here she was enjoying him using her, and not just enjoying it but begging for the treatment as well.

Lana could tell he was close. She had attuned herself to his sounds, to the way his balls would tighten and his rhythm would stutter in places when she'd hit the best spots. So when he pulled out and issued his command the niece was all too willing to obey.

Plus, she was just plain excited to be eaten out by him for the first time. It wasn't like any of the other boys had bothered to make her feel good.

The girl lay on her back, hair sprawled out behind her. The tanned, toned legs parted for him and Lana found herself propping a pillow behind her head so she could see the action.
 
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