Ellen by Phil Cummings

Ellen

We walked in the front door to find Ellen in the kitchen in a tank top and panties. That girl made me shiver all over with carnal desire. I wanted to fuck her so bad I couldn’t believe it and now seeing her lovely nineteen-year-old body in her brief, tight undies made my dick start to inflate involuntarily. Hugh looked at me drooling desperately at his gorgeous half-naked slut of a sister and said, “Down, Big Fella!”