Mark's S.ster Michelle - Sex Stories

Mark's S.ster Michelle

... she was pretty turned on, and was humming pretty nicely, cuz she moved her pelvis in tight rhythm to my fingers on her wet pussy lips and her swelling clitty. Also, I could tell she was d***k from the way she was so spread for me to pleasure her pussy. Cuz normally she makes an attempt to pretend that we are only secretly getting heated up in front of her b*****r, but this time she seemed like she didn't give a hoot. Which was good! Mark was loving this, and he couldn't keep his eyes off his s****r Michelle getting manhandled by me. He looked to me, asking me with his eyes to try it now. I began to feel Michelle up and rub her more passionately now, and the video was at a nice part, and I began to whisper to her: "Ohhhhhhh, mannnnnn, I wanna fuuuuuuck you….." I would breathe into her ear, "I want my cock in youuuuu, right here….." and stuff like that. I began tugging at her leggings, peeling them further and further down her hips, then peeling them down her ass, too. I drove my pelvis into her bare flesh, humping her thigh with my underwear straining against my stiff cock, making her feel my urgency. And when she moved to rise, I simply peeled her leggings further down her thighs, taking her soaked, silky pink undies with them, keeping her to the couch instead. I grabbed the silvery blue couch covering and threw it onto the carpet, where it lay, all folded to hell. Then I pushed Michelle slightly at the shoulder, sideways, towards the edge of the couch. "Part for me, ...

... wench," I whispered into Michelle's ear, " I'm gonna fuck your sweet ass right here and now." I lifted her off the couch enough to get her to smoothly move her ass to the blanket. I knew once I got her down there, I was home free. I knelt over her, as she rested back on her elbows on the living room carpet, while her b*****r sat five feet away, and the music and sounds of the porno filled the room with sex. I kept one knee in between her parted legs, and removed my shirt, and unzipped my pants. Michelle still had her t-shirt on, and her leggings were around her knees. I could see her bare cunt, though, and so could Mark, I supposed. My cock was stiff, thinking of what was ahead. I leaned over Michelle's body, and straightened out the blanket, first on the one side, then on the other, then back closer to me. Once I had readied our makeshift bed, I f***efully grabbed the crotch of her leggings and undies from in between her knees, and tugged them off, one leg and foot at a time. Michelle then leaned back, as if to get fucked. But I grabbed her wrist, and pulled her up again. "Oh no, babydoll, this hasta come off too," I said. "I just gotta see those gorgeously heavy melons of yours." I peeled her t-shirt off over her head, and her bare tits came into view; her straight blonde hair came cascading down around her shoulders again. I gently pushed her down onto her back, flat on the blanket. I heard Mark moan from my right, as he finally got a good look at his s****r's tits, which he ...