Her thong came off with them, and I stood for a moment admiring my sister’s body. Fluid sloshed out and onto the floor. Village sex “Yeah Henry, what do you want?” she asked, as if a week ago I wasn’t relentlessly force-fucking her face. I squeezed, sucked, and slavered all over her perfect tits. Finally, I spoke. Jill obliged, throwing her shirt into a corner and peeling her tight yoga pants off of her shapely legs. She was the spitting image of her mother at that age, the age at which I lusted after her most. My own flesh and blood. With every strike my sister’s pussy convulsed and more girlcum squirted out of her. “Look at me while I’m fucking you bitch. The elevator ride up to her floor was an eternity, and I genuinely stood outside her door for five minutes building up my nerve. It’s no wonder she wound up in a bad situation.
