your brother lifts up his legs and beckons you over with a clawed finger. You comply, not that you had any say in the matter, you can’t help but to gag on his putrid stank.
His hefty cock slapped over your face leaving greasy stains where it laid. “To work, bitch” your brother ordered and you did as he commanded. Your soft, wet, feminine tongue met with your brothers balls and it was awful, but you knew if you didn’t things would only get worse.
Cleaning his balls did a number on your senses and you only wanted it to end and about 25 minutes in and it seems like you survived. His fluffy balls were grime free and your brother seemed satisfied.
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