“Fucking loser. Beyond even attempting to pretend not to stare, you wait for her to lash out with the other foot before grabbing that, too. Yeah, you were just the best brother alright. Marie doesn’t let up the pace, dredging her throat with your cock with savage relentlessness. I fucking dare you. Your little sister’s head. The real Rosaline was back at home in her room and wouldn’t remember any of this. Be quiet back there please, or I’ll confiscate your phone for the rest of the trip.” Clara admonishes her but has yet to turn around, distracted by the length of the traffic jam and currently exchanging some unsavoury finger gestures at the driver in front. Whilst her tits are on the small side, your eyes are drawn to her slender, cute tummy with a hint of toned abs, currently glistening in droplets of sweat. Hormones, am I right? For your part, you groan and also kick out wildly, on the extreme opposite of the pleasure spectrum to your poor abused little sister.
