My slick, wet pussy that creamed only for him.
“Fuck,” he snarled.
I smirked and slid a finger into my cunt.
“I love you, baby,” I said breathily.
“Fuck, Camille, I love you too,” he rasped and I heard the sound of his zipper as he pulled out his cock.
When he groaned out his love for me, I sighed with delight as he handed me another reason, on top of the ten thousand others he’d gifted me over the last five years, to be alive.
Which brother will be next?