Mean Lil Krysta 1844-332-2639 Ext. 410
I love when we host a family BBQ. My Uncle Danny makes the best fucking ribs. Now that I’m a little older, though, I have to pay a higher price for those succulent fall-off-the-bone ribs. I used to be able just to pout my lips and beg him, pretty please. But, of course, now he expects to get a little something back for his hard work. I mean, as he should, right?
I sauntered up to him as he was working the grill, baster brush in hand. That yummy, thick bar-b-que sauce was dripping from the tip. He looked me up and down with the same hungry eyes that I had focused on his meat.
Family BBQ Titty Flashing
My tongue swept across my lower lip, and I leaned in real close to him, the smoke from the grill covering us like a privacy curtain. “Can I get the burnt ends?” I coo at him. My hand rubs his bicep, and he chuckles.
“You know the price, girl.” His gruff chuckle makes my pussy tingle. I look around and through the curtain of smoke to see if any family members are looking. No one is, so I grip the hem of my tank top and drag it up over my tits. “Bra too.” He growls, and I am quick to obey. The smell of ribs teases my senses as my titties flop out from under my bra cups for my Uncle Danny.
I feel him reach up and pinch my left tit. “Fuck, these are so pretty.”
Mean Lil Krysta 1844-332-2639 Ext. 410