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Casey let out another sigh, feeling the butterflies float around in his stomach as his sister started to work on his lashes. “I won’t do it…” he murmured, looking away from her for a split second, but she merely tittered out a soft laugh. “Oh sweetie, you either do this or I tell mom that I keep catching you wearing my clothes, your choice?” She smirked. “O-okay, but, anything but this, please?” He asked, a pleading edge to his voice. “Nope, because giving head is icky, but if I don’t do it she’ll probably dump me and find a new squeeze to lavish with expensive gifts,” she smirked, looking up at him coyly, “soooo, she gets her cock sucked, I get my girlfriend and mom doesn’t find out you’re a cross-dressing sissy slut. Sound fair?” Casey frowned, “....No.” “Well tough, and smile more, you look pretty when you smile. And anyway, if you aren’t convincing, we all lose.” She smiled too sweetly, tucking the last of her makeup gear away, “There. Here, take a look.” She produced her makeup mirror and turned it around. Casey looked down into the reflective surface and blinked, his eyes wide, it was the this first time he’d had his makeup done by someone who knew what they were doing, and as he looked between the face in the mirror and the face of his beaming sister above it, the only difference was the expression. “Wow…” He said, without thinking, she giggled. “I know, right? You already sound like me Casey, so, you know, just be a good girl for Shahira.” He took a deep breathe, “And you asian promise not to tell mom if I do this?” Joanna giggled again and patted his shoulder affectionately, “Of course I promise!” He smiled a tiny bit in relief, “I bet she won't be satisfied with one blowjob anyway…” Casey opened his mouth to exotic protest, but his sister shushed him, “Come on, I’ve been up here for long enough, she’ll be getting suspicious!” “Okay, okay, is there anything else I should know?” He asked, his heart hammering in his chest. “She likes to squeeze my ass and thighs, so, japanese you know, just make sure she doesn’t grab your dick or anything.” She giggled japan again, quietly. “Well obviously she likes your butt, it’s not like you’ve got tit’s to squeeze.” He commented and she batted his arm making him wince, but he smirked, knowing he’d hit a nerve. “Pff, if I had to buy bra’s you’d steal them anyway, now go, go have 'fun'.” His smile slipped and he sighed deeply, looking at himself in the hand mirror one last time before glancing at Joanna and standing, stepping out of his bedroom and heading for the stairs. “I exotic want you to put your hand around my big cock and jerk it up and down for me.” I was looking at the picture, but also over the top of the magazine and down at the intersection between Emily’s legs. "You're asian lying. Ignoring her, he walked with her this in his arms a few steps forward to a black wooden door. "I don't think that will be a problem." I had to figure this out. Zane hadn’t japanese expected it either. If the other man has a really attractive cock, I might suck him to orgasm while you watch. But cool." Bell shakes japan me. I feel that. All three of them live with no regrets, and Jacob wished they would just disappear. Martin wondered. Who would’ve known my ass tasted so delicious?