She wanted Clint to fuck her. She trembled, pushing up her glasses as she looked down at me. Indian sex “Lee,” I growled, “don’t make a mess.”
She gasped and shuddered. “Make her cum!”
I found Alicia’s clit. She, too, was naked and watching us, tears burning in her eyes. “Alicia, unlock this door right now.”
“No!”
“You’re not being a good, little sister right now.”
My legs kicked. No wonder our two families lived side-by-side. It was deep and wide, big enough for two or three adults to cuddle into. “Do it, Princess,” Clint groaned as he drew his cock back through my folds, the friction making my body tremble. Everyone would see this. Oh, my god, he would.” My pussy clenched, and I rubbed harder at my hot flesh. I was a submissive for Clint, but with Lee, I was dominant. But she wanted to watch, and she wanted to do it. I ripped my fingers out, making room for his dick, and groaned as he rammed it into me. “Cheryl,” I moaned, my orgasm suddenly exploding through me as I pictured Lee being pissed on by Clint’s huge cock, soaking her in yellow urine, her bratty mouth spluttering as it filled with the nasty liquid. “Oh, my god, that hurts! Would he spank me like he did Lee?
