My Sister's Pussy - Sex Stories

My Sister's Pussy

... hair was wet and sweaty. She finally broke free and rolled over next to me on the floor.

We sat there for a while staring at each other. The more I saw her canvassed in sweat and cum, the more energized I became. The blood overwhelmed back to my cock in such a rush that it nearly hurt as it jumped up all alone. With no thought what to say or do I could take a gander at the gleam all over to tell she had delighted in it as much as me.

Inevitably we both paused to rest then she hung over me and kissed me. It was no sister kiss, it was a kiss of a lady that needed to be screwed. She slithered up on me with her tongue in my throat and began scouring her tremendous bosoms against my chest. She reached back, guided me into her dripping pussy, and began riding me, no longer hindered by the costume.

She began groaning as I attempted to coordinate her down push with my own vertical push. She began biting my neck and kissing my face. She snatched my hair and push her tits into my face.

"Suck my areolas hard. Dive into my areola. Please," she asked.

For a really long time I had been longing for seeing her tremendous tits. I devoured them like it was my last dinner. I sucked her areola as hard as possible as she groaned much stronger.

"Try not to play with me, chomp them!" she hollered.

I dove into her hard areola and she detonated. She dropped on my cock with a hard pushed and I felt the clasp like sensation of her pussy holding me. A large number of influxes of ...

... shakes went through her body as her climax worked to a peak. Indeed, even as I watched her climax wash over her, I was flabbergasted at her total loss of control.

I saw her reach down, grab her own breast in her hand, pull it up, and begin sucking it just as I thought her orgasm was slowing down. This main made her beginning a totally different influx of shaking. Then she opened her mouth without a doubt harder than I could accept on her own areola as she detonated.

I have in every case however that the most sultry thing a lady could do was suck and nibble her own bosoms and it was beyond what I could take. I let out a snort and came in her. This time there was no constrained position. I detonated with all out surrender somewhere down in her pussy. She moved off me and we lay close to one another with a combination of fulfillment and culpability.

I surmise we both were a piece humiliated at what had simply occurred and begun getting dressed. We appeared to have just completed a 100-kilometer race and were completely silent. Yet, it was absolutely impossible to conceal the gleam of fulfillment on our countenances. Donna got up off the floor, snatched a towel and got cleaning her face and body going. My eyes were stuck to her, watching her change from a wild sexual creature to a satisfactory host. She brushed her long lovely hair and slipped her dress over her head. I was so paralyzed from the night occasions that it took me a few seconds before I understood that she had ...