There was a big black guy on top of her, his pants down to his ankles, his t-shirt up around his chest and his dick moving in and out of her sloppy cu...t. I could hear the juiciness of her from were I stood watching in the hallway. She started in with that patented moan of hers as her hips started to go into overdrive. She began begging the big buck to pump her hard. "Oh fuck that's so gooooood! Oh, god, he knows how to use it. I've never been fucked so hard in my life. Oh Gawwwwwd!!!" That's. .After a few minutes, we recovered, laughed nervously, and said our good byes. We called each other alot after that. We did away with the 'tell me a story' thing eventually and just got right into talking about what we wanted to do to each other. This confused me a bit, I'll admit; I wasn't sure if what I was hearing was really what she wanted, or just hot talk; on the other hand, I wasn't sure if what I was saying wasn't really what I wanted. But it was too good to question, neither one of us. “It’s like being in a womb.”“I was in a womb not long ago,” I laughed softly.“Mmm. Just the foyer. Now we’re both tucked inside and we can’t see a thing. We can only feel each other’s presence and hear each other’s heartbeat for company.”“Yes, but I smell the fresh citrus scent of your hair,” I whispered. “I feel your soft silky skin beneath my fingers.”“I feel you poking me in the butt,” she giggled. She rolled in my embrace and after bumping foreheads and smashing our noses together we. But this was the hottest I had ever felt it. Curious and not knowing what we were doing was taboo, I moved my hand to her fresh hairless pussy, pressing my palm against it, “wow…like really hot.” My sister simply giggled, rocking her hips a bit, sending me a message to rub her. I did as subliminally told, my hand moving up and down as if waxing a delicate car. I could feel a slick liquid coat my palm, but it only intrigued me, now able to smell something I’ve never smelt before. I liked.