Her tanned cheeks darkened. Claim they’ve bagged way more girls than they have.”
“Sad,” she said. I had only deflowered one girl, and it had been a disaster. She groaned as I suckled on her nubs. Nibbled. I loved the feel of her little nipple. The shocks groaned as the car rocked. The ache built and built at the tip of my cock. I buried into her again and again. She tasted so sweet. Her hips wiggled, stirring me around in her. Just…Just… I lapped at her. And… And… She had sandy-blonde hair, the closest to Mom in coloring. I slammed back into her, and she gasped, “This is better than my fingers.”
“You play with your asshole while masturbating?” I asked, thrusting away at her. I loved the feel of her skin while her juicy snatch massaged my cock. I opened it and spotted my younger sister lying on the chaise lounge, sunglasses on, her oiled, tan body gleaming. She swirled her tongue around the tip of my cock.
