Family BBQ Titty Flashing

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.

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