megan young justice

As if she had set an alarm, Sarah awoke just after midnight. Slipping without a sound from her bed and creeping down the hall, she strode into her father’s room again. This time the hesitation had left her completely. With a clean and gentle movement, she swept the sheet of his bed and locked onto her resting father’s member. Crawling up his bed between his legs, she hovered over his crotch, leant down and sucked his flaccid cock into her mouth. She swallowed his thick, soft sausage down to the base, licking the head and breathing in his thick scent. It didn’t take long for his cock to harden, with each throb growing thicker and longer in her mouth until it pushed her back.

“Oh Brucie! Wake up, Brucie!” I called, the big German Shepherd dozily raising his head from where he had been asleep on my bed. He liked my smell, so he'd pretty much claimed it as his, now that I was no longer sleeping there myself. “Play time, Brucie!” I said, widening the door so he could see I was naked, giving my pussy a few gentle slaps. That sure woke him up in a hurry! His claws kicked my blanket up behind him as he scrambled down to the floor, eagerly shoving his muzzle between my thighs and beginning to lick.

“All I ever wanted was to change the world, to make it a better place where the weak wouldn’t be stepped on and enslaved, where freedom was a right instead of a privilege. I pushed myself, I struggled, I suffered, all for that goal, and survival is the best I could accomplish? If I have to focus only on survival, to be grateful just for staying alive, then how am I supposed to change anything? How am I any different from those who do nothing to fix this broken, corrupt reality?”