I wanted him to mount me and pound me hard. Xnxx “No,” I muttered. “Not even from that Black guy?”
“He was the worst in bed.” I glanced at my brother, his cheeks flushed. I released her ponytail to grab her ass. “I love you, little sister.”
Alicia beamed at him. I squirmed on the bed, my breasts jiggling in my tank top, nipples throbbing. Her eyes smoldered. “Yeah, Mommy-Pam!”
“Oh, Mistress, you look so sexy!” my mother moaned. He grunted. My thumb massaged her nipple. Right. The Chinese dragon tattooed over his heart, biting its own tail to form a ring, had me shuddering. Stars danced before my eyes. I swallowed, studying him. “Drench me!”
“Yes!” I moaned, rising closer and closer to that orgasmic bliss. He buried into me and groaned. We had the same tattoo. My hips wiggled from side to side, grinding on his hungry mouth. The dragon tattoo swayed along the inner slope of her left tit, its serpentine body almost reaching to her areola. Grown up. Because he was. Fast. “Drench me!”
“Yes!” I moaned, rising closer and closer to that orgasmic bliss. “You ready?” she asked, not looking at me.
