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My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 8
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copier
· original author:
bunnyiffle
As Mrs Bermine continued rubbing her breasts into the side, water now dripping from her shirt, her nipples began to throb. She stifled a moan, this is the best feeling I've ever experienced she thought. As she pushed her bosom harder into the side Phil was crushed against his mother's breast, hating that this was giving him a massive hard on (if you could call it massive at his height).
Mrs Bermine finished the dishes and then checked there was no one else in the house then proceeded to bound up the stairs, making Phil rub up and down against her nipple, turning them both on even more.
She threw herself onto the bed, face first jarring Phil with the pressure of the impact.
Silence.
She's got to let me out of here now Phil thought, unaware of where they were. That when suddenly, she flipped over and began with one hand rubbing her crotch and the other on her nipple, the one with Phil pressed against.
Mrs Bermine finished the dishes and then checked there was no one else in the house then proceeded to bound up the stairs, making Phil rub up and down against her nipple, turning them both on even more.
She threw herself onto the bed, face first jarring Phil with the pressure of the impact.
Silence.
She's got to let me out of here now Phil thought, unaware of where they were. That when suddenly, she flipped over and began with one hand rubbing her crotch and the other on her nipple, the one with Phil pressed against.
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March 24, 2025
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