"How may I help you?" the seller eventually asked. She gave us an ambiguous stare, trying to understand our relationship with each other. Well, at least she can't know we are siblings, she just heard me mentioning incest. I admit that our similar hazel eyes can give the wrong impression, but the lighting wasn't so good, so it was hard to see my strong green hues.
When the time came, Merry's laughter died, and she looked at me carefully. My lover also didn't know why we came here. But the reason was simple. I've done one wrong deed that must be corrected. Although I could make the girls squirt after a good session of rough sex, they didn't experience the joy of edging for a long time!
"We want a remote-controlled vibrator for her," I hugged Merry's waist. It was somewhat awkward to talk to the vendor about it, but at least she was a girl. Her weird goth vibes helped me get over it, she probably believes in the free spirit of sexuality or something like that.
