Emily felt the rubbing stop, she was confused. She also brought her other hand to her clit. Indian sex Megan handed Emily a tampon, but didn’t allow her to open it yet. Megan threw the wrapping in the trash and touched her free hand just above Emily’s clit. Megan began rubbing her own clit, careful to avoid the stream of pee just below her hand. With no clothes on at all, Megan’s ass, D-Cup tits, and light brown hair bounced in rhythm with her steps. Megan sped up again. “Is my red sweatshirt in there?” She asked her sister. Her thumb continued its assault on her clit. But Megan wasn’t done yet. Megan already began walking to the back of the bathroom towards the toilet. She was still peeing and it showed no signs of slowing down. She tossed it to Megan who began wiping herself off. They each chose one and washed their hands. Emily laughed. A massive orgasm gripped Emily as she felt her own juices streaming out of her uncontrollably.
