She had her legs up over his shoulders and her hands wrapped behind his neck, pulling him close. She writhed like a little demon. His back was to me, ...nd I watched his thighs and calves flex as his butt pumped up and down, up and down. He kept grunting. She looked at me and smiled."Amber is here," she said.He turned his head. "Oh fuck." But he didn't stop fucking her. He pumped harder. Then he grunted and blurted out, "Oh baby fuck yeah." His whole body went rigid, except his head, which nodded. We've only known each other a few days," I blurted out."Susan, you're my little sister, I want you to be happy," he smiledsmugly.I decided that arguing was just going to make it worse and I didn't wanthim to command me to do anything else if I could avoid it. I just satthere simmering to myself."Nice pout sister! Anyway, I'm done, I'm going to go watch the football."With that he got up from the table and left. At this point his previouscommand kicked in and I spent the next 20 minutes or so. I went back to sucking her breasts and squeezing them mercilessly while she screamed in pleasure but enjoying it utmost. I slowly started going down on her and saw her deep fleshy navel which i like to stare at when the women show it off especially when they wear a saree.I stuck my tongue out and inserted it in her navel to which she screamed ” seeing that her navel was also her sensitive part i started circling her navel with my tongue and in between would plant a deep french kiss to it…all. There were a few dim security lights on in the shop and she could see the time by a clock on the inside wall within the post office section. When it got to about 7.20pm, she started walking stiffly back up the road towards the meeting hall. The driving sleet had died back to quite light fluffy snow by then. A thin layer of snow was starting to settle on the hedges and grass verges, although the pavement remained too wet for the snow to settle. She was frightfully cold, stiff and still wet from.
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