"Are you sure you want a taste?" Jenna asked, whispering. "I mean, don't we have to be careful? Don't we have to wait until my dad says it's okay for you to fuck me?"

"Now you turn into a tease," I whispered, groaning and leaning forward.

"Uh-uh." Jenna pulled her hand away from my mouth and shoved her honey-drenched fingers between her lips. She sucked, making wet sounds and humming as though she were satisfying her hunger. "Go down there and get a taste if you need one so badly."

I groaned, closing my eyes and said, "I--"

"Ahem," Mom said and not from behind the couch but from in...