My sister's hand
My sister's hand unzips the pants and, without stopping to kiss it, she gets in below the elastic of the boxer briefs to grab the cock. It's fat, but the bulge inside the pants with my sister's hand makes it look monstrous.
She looks out the car window again and convinces herself that no one is looking. She pulls the cock out of her pants and wanks it a bit while giving kisses on the neck but Nicolas pushes her to put it in her mouth. The lips try it and then the mouth swallows slowly.
I make an effort with my mind, I ask Nicolas to unzip my sister's pants and lower them a bit. I want to see the blue thong she wore today after taking a bath to go out with him. I must be very weak because only Nicolas puts his hand inside my sister's pants and leaves it there, supported between the clothes and her soft ass while she sucks the cock inside the car.
She likes sucking cocks. I tell it in a circle of friends one night when they couldn't go out to dance and stayed at home playing dress-up and confessions. Without blushing, she said she liked it very much. I have proof of her claims in my head as the cock rises and falls along the trunk and gives kisses, holding it with her hands.
Nicolas knows that our parents are at home, so this is all he's going to get today in the car. He's in a hurry to give my sister a cum. In his imagination, he's already arriving at the brewery where his friends without girlfriends spend the rest of Saturday. He wants to go.
She wanks it in her sister's mouth, she, obedient because she's very in love, separates her lips so that when the first drops of cum splash, she can swallow it all.
She swallows it all. Nicolas shudders and pushes, she doesn't let go, it's like a mare taming a cock that, when she lets go, appears relaxed, tired.
I hurry to get in and wait hidden. In the kitchen. She crosses the hallway and locks herself in her room.
Here begins the second part of the night.
I know her, she's my sister, but also the woman I love. I can tell if she's sad or jealous when she wants to talk or eat. Now all my knowledge systems say she's excited.
I wait a moment, then I go out onto the balcony to spy on her room. Her blind is broken, I can spy on her at will. Fallen, my parents take too long to fix it. I made holes at different heights that allow me to see her through the wooden slats.
At first, I see the preparations... She puts music on and piles up, on a chair, the clothes that were in bed, and turns, facing the mirror, to look at herself in the Booty. She thinks she has a fat Booty and tight pants, concentrates it tightly and tautly. She moves her hip. She asks the mirror who has the most beautiful Booty and, without waiting for an answer, undoes the buttons and takes it off, first one leg and then the other, with effort, because it's tight.
Her Booty comes loose and falls just a little, her buttocks tremble and separate.
The thong she put on to go out with Nicolás is adjusted. It divides her Booty in two halves and the dark blue highlights on her white skin. Dressed like that, with a short skirt above the navel, cut off, and the knickers, it looks more like a lingerie contest queen than a sister about to go to sleep.
She's repeating the gesture from this afternoon when she was getting dressed, but now she's carrying the alcohol in her blood, kisses, and the memory of Nicolás' cock in her mouth.
She moves her Booty at the mirror, as if it were Nicolás. She plays with the elastic on her belt, raises and lowers it down her thigh, trying to excite him. I read desire on her face, hardness on her nipples that wrinkles the shirt.
With her hand, she pulls out the thread from between her buttocks but instead of adjusting it, she crosses it against her buttock, leaving it running. The mirror reflects all this and also the dark kitty crossing. My legs barely separated from my sister. I'm so scared of cum that I stop touching myself. She moistens her finger with saliva and, bringing her hand behind her hip, inserts it between her thighs. Her mouth distorts slightly as she lets out a soft moan, sticks out her tongue tip, and moves her hips to feel the finger but finally walks over to the closet and searches for, in a shoe box, the toy that Nicolas gave me for the Booty.
The day they bought it, he came home early from work and they locked themselves in. I spied on them, naturally, and could see how Nicolas was putting a black silicone plug into her Booty and making her walk around the room, then doing the same route on her knees and getting back onto the bed. That afternoon, I slapped her buttocks in the Booty and my sister would lift it up to receive more and end up rubbing herself against the wet pantyhose.
Today isn't like that. I only see her sucking it to lubricate it and putting it inside. She moans again and her lips distort as if giving a kiss. She walks around with her thong running and the plug inside the Booty, then throws herself face down onto the bed.
This is hot. Her right hand gets lost under her belly. At times she pushes with the Booty, as if they were putting it in, and at others shakes her hips to the sides, as if Nicolas was not only screwing her but also beating her around. I try to follow her rhythm but she's so hot. She accelerates and suddenly sinks into the bed, squeezing the Booty. We're both imagining how Nicolas is screwing her, filling her with cock and cum, and her clitoris sending signals throughout her body as an orgasm conquers her.
A while passes and all she does is breathe, then she takes out the plug and lets it fall beside the bed. She's so relaxed that she starts to fall asleep like this, face down, with her thong running over one buttock and her crotch shining with fluid and light.
I jerk off for a bit more, imagining I'm caressing her while she sleeps. that she, before falling asleep, asks me to cover her booty with a sheet when I get tired of looking at it because she is cold.
My sister's hand unzips the pants and, without stopping to kiss it, she gets in below the elastic of the boxer briefs to grab the cock. It's fat, but the bulge inside the pants with my sister's hand makes it look monstrous.
She looks out the car window again and convinces herself that no one is looking. She pulls the cock out of her pants and wanks it a bit while giving kisses on the neck but Nicolas pushes her to put it in her mouth. The lips try it and then the mouth swallows slowly.
I make an effort with my mind, I ask Nicolas to unzip my sister's pants and lower them a bit. I want to see the blue thong she wore today after taking a bath to go out with him. I must be very weak because only Nicolas puts his hand inside my sister's pants and leaves it there, supported between the clothes and her soft ass while she sucks the cock inside the car.
She likes sucking cocks. I tell it in a circle of friends one night when they couldn't go out to dance and stayed at home playing dress-up and confessions. Without blushing, she said she liked it very much. I have proof of her claims in my head as the cock rises and falls along the trunk and gives kisses, holding it with her hands.
Nicolas knows that our parents are at home, so this is all he's going to get today in the car. He's in a hurry to give my sister a cum. In his imagination, he's already arriving at the brewery where his friends without girlfriends spend the rest of Saturday. He wants to go.
She wanks it in her sister's mouth, she, obedient because she's very in love, separates her lips so that when the first drops of cum splash, she can swallow it all.
She swallows it all. Nicolas shudders and pushes, she doesn't let go, it's like a mare taming a cock that, when she lets go, appears relaxed, tired.
I hurry to get in and wait hidden. In the kitchen. She crosses the hallway and locks herself in her room.
Here begins the second part of the night.
I know her, she's my sister, but also the woman I love. I can tell if she's sad or jealous when she wants to talk or eat. Now all my knowledge systems say she's excited.
I wait a moment, then I go out onto the balcony to spy on her room. Her blind is broken, I can spy on her at will. Fallen, my parents take too long to fix it. I made holes at different heights that allow me to see her through the wooden slats.
At first, I see the preparations... She puts music on and piles up, on a chair, the clothes that were in bed, and turns, facing the mirror, to look at herself in the Booty. She thinks she has a fat Booty and tight pants, concentrates it tightly and tautly. She moves her hip. She asks the mirror who has the most beautiful Booty and, without waiting for an answer, undoes the buttons and takes it off, first one leg and then the other, with effort, because it's tight.
Her Booty comes loose and falls just a little, her buttocks tremble and separate.
The thong she put on to go out with Nicolás is adjusted. It divides her Booty in two halves and the dark blue highlights on her white skin. Dressed like that, with a short skirt above the navel, cut off, and the knickers, it looks more like a lingerie contest queen than a sister about to go to sleep.
She's repeating the gesture from this afternoon when she was getting dressed, but now she's carrying the alcohol in her blood, kisses, and the memory of Nicolás' cock in her mouth.
She moves her Booty at the mirror, as if it were Nicolás. She plays with the elastic on her belt, raises and lowers it down her thigh, trying to excite him. I read desire on her face, hardness on her nipples that wrinkles the shirt.
With her hand, she pulls out the thread from between her buttocks but instead of adjusting it, she crosses it against her buttock, leaving it running. The mirror reflects all this and also the dark kitty crossing. My legs barely separated from my sister. I'm so scared of cum that I stop touching myself. She moistens her finger with saliva and, bringing her hand behind her hip, inserts it between her thighs. Her mouth distorts slightly as she lets out a soft moan, sticks out her tongue tip, and moves her hips to feel the finger but finally walks over to the closet and searches for, in a shoe box, the toy that Nicolas gave me for the Booty.
The day they bought it, he came home early from work and they locked themselves in. I spied on them, naturally, and could see how Nicolas was putting a black silicone plug into her Booty and making her walk around the room, then doing the same route on her knees and getting back onto the bed. That afternoon, I slapped her buttocks in the Booty and my sister would lift it up to receive more and end up rubbing herself against the wet pantyhose.
Today isn't like that. I only see her sucking it to lubricate it and putting it inside. She moans again and her lips distort as if giving a kiss. She walks around with her thong running and the plug inside the Booty, then throws herself face down onto the bed.
This is hot. Her right hand gets lost under her belly. At times she pushes with the Booty, as if they were putting it in, and at others shakes her hips to the sides, as if Nicolas was not only screwing her but also beating her around. I try to follow her rhythm but she's so hot. She accelerates and suddenly sinks into the bed, squeezing the Booty. We're both imagining how Nicolas is screwing her, filling her with cock and cum, and her clitoris sending signals throughout her body as an orgasm conquers her.
A while passes and all she does is breathe, then she takes out the plug and lets it fall beside the bed. She's so relaxed that she starts to fall asleep like this, face down, with her thong running over one buttock and her crotch shining with fluid and light.
I jerk off for a bit more, imagining I'm caressing her while she sleeps. that she, before falling asleep, asks me to cover her booty with a sheet when I get tired of looking at it because she is cold.
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