Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
For as long as I could remember, my big brother would comfort me during a thunderstorm. I’d climb into his’s bed at night whenever lightning would throw shadows across my walls, and the claps of thunder would make me shiver. The shadows scared me so bad, but having his arms around me would make me feel so much safer.
It started innocent enough. He would snuggle me against his chest and tell me everything would be alright. At some point, though, his body began to respond to mine. He would get a big boner right against my round little ass.
