Chase

　　I walked down the stairs, observing Eleanor cooking, Dad reading a newspaper, and my brother, with evident discomfort on his face, savoring a glass of orange juice. It was Jade he desired to savor, but he couldn't. Perhaps he was trying to replace the taste of her pussy with a simple glass of juice? Juice would absolutely fail to recreate her taste that still lingered on my tastebuds after such a mind-blowing blowjob. I couldn't resist myself from playing her- she ...