“Shower me with your juices, sis!”
His fingers jammed deep into my asshole. I whimpered, my eyes so hot as I stared out the window at him. They were all breathtaking. I planted a kiss on his cheek, feeling the faint trace of his stubble. My asshole clamped down on them. Keep stirring me up and… My sister guided me to her pussy, sliding my cock’s tip down her rump to her taint and finally to her pussy. I caught a glimpse of my mother drifting through the party, her pregnant paralegal, Mrs. A perfect décolletage. Thanks to Clint and his sisters’ antics, every brother at our college experienced the treats of their sisters’ pussies. I shifted my thighs apart as I heard him lower himself down. “Yes,” he groaned. Knots of people were gathered throughout while servers in crisp, white shirts (whether they were men or women) and black slacks moved through the crowd holding trays with various horderves or drinks that ranged from flutes of champagne to mineral water to tea.
