And then some

Bethany couldn’t believe what she was doing. Syd was her cousin. And yet she was enjoying this. They kissed, their tounges probing each other’s mouths. Bethany could feel his penis getting erect, seeking its proper place.

“Take me dick, make me your boy.” He whispered in her ear, begging “I want to be yours, Beth. Let me be your man. Our children will be smart like you and gorgeous like me… MMM FUCK ME PLEASE!”

It was at that point, Bethany decided to throw caution to the wind. She wanted this now. She wanted Sydney’s body. He was right. It was completely legal for them to get married. She’d tried the dating scene in Denver and every boy turned him down. Here was a boy who was practically demanding she make him her’s.

Bethany pushed back slightly. The effect cock found the entrance to her hole.

“Last chance.” She told him.

“I love you Bethany. I want to be your sexy trophy husband.” Sydney said “I want this more than anything.”

Bethany smiled at him. “I love you Sydney. I’m gonna marry you.” She said. “But first…”

She shoved her body onto him, taking his cock deep inside her. Sydney’s body tensed. He began to gasp and moan as boys do when they orgasum. She kissed him again to stifle it, and soon, his seed was pumping seed inside her.