Trish locked her ankles behind my back, pulling me deeper into her. At the same time pushing her pussy up to meet my thrusting tool. She wailed and convulsed uncontrollably as her own release washed over her. The music of our cries, balls slapping my sister’s ass, and the squishing coming from her gushing pussy created what I call, “The Ballad of coming siblings.”
The hundreds of times I had beat off, I had never cum like I was, into my loving sister. A pleasure I knew I must have again. When I could give her no more, I regrettably slipped out of her and rolled off of her and onto my back, next to her. I watched her reach down and put two fingers inside of herself. Pumping them in and out of her a few times, she brought her fingers up and licked off the cum she had found.
“Mmm, you taste good.” She cooed as she repeated the process until she got all she wanted. Putting my arm around her, she snuggled into my chest. As our breathing returned to normal, without moving her head to look at me, she said, “The next time you want to fuck me, you don’t have to drug me. Just find me.”
WTF?
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