“Suck,” Tammy moaned. In the next instant, she brought her mouth to one
jiggling tit and sucked. Indian sex video “Don’t!”
It was too late. “Is your pussy always wet?”
Tammy sighed and peeled off her panties. Her own hips jerked, her clit brushing
against the sheet. “I’m
creaming.”
“Me, too!” Crissy gasped. She nipped at her
sister’s nipples, biting and sucking her white silky skin, turning it
red. Make me cum!”
Drunk with desire, Crissy stared down between Tammy’s parted legs,
gazing greedily at the red gash of her cunt. “I’m so hot!” she gasped, writhing on her belly. “You better stop
howling, or Daddy will hear you.”
“You bitch!” Tammy gasped. “How ’bout you?” Crissy asked boldly. She brought her hands
under her body, raking her nails over her clit. She pressed her tits
against the mattress, her nipples pleasurably sore as she rubbed them
against the sheet. “I don’t have a prick, so my mouth
will have to do.”
“Ahhhh!” Tammy gasped. Bite my fuckin’ tits.”
Crissy, her face smeared with drool, used her teeth. “Ooooh, Crissy! “Jesus,
Tammy. I’m
creaming your fuckin’ knee.”
“I feel it!” Tammy gasped. Spasms rippled through her pussy, spasms that made
her eat her squealing sister at a more frenzied pace. Warm pussy-cream drenched her urgent fingers and the sweet scent of her
turned-on pussy drifted up to make her head spin.
