"Wow, Uncle Reggie was all over you with his 'What are your intentions with my niece?'" Jasmine laughs while mimicking her uncle's deep voice.
We're in my apartment and she has just slid her tight little p***y down onto my very erect c**k. Squeezing her smooth thighs against my hips, she sits up straight making her tantalizing breasts jut out invitingly from her chest.
"Your Aunt Cyn wasn't any better," I answer, hefting her firm t**s as she starts rocking my c**k in and out of her teenage p***y. "She was a lot angrier than I thought she'd be." I add as Jasmine's thick n*****s respond to my touch and I lightly pinch them while caressing her dark breasts.
"What did you expect, Mike?" Jasmine asks, rocking faster as I move my hands to her hips. "Don't worry, she'll get over it," she says,
