I only see arms and hands that touch my whole body with special dedication to tits and more to the pussy, alternate touching with two hands and one an... marturbation.The one on the right is the most thrown, he grabs me from the nipple and pulls him, he's breathing hard. After playing with my pussy he puts two fingers inside, he starts to push hard, I can hear the splash, my body moves up and down with the thrusts, I breathe excitedly, the others contemplate the scene without removing hands. But. I wanted to take in the sight of her naked body, and latch my mouth onto one of those engorged nipples that I knew she had right now. I wanted to hear her moan with pleasure as I massaged each of her breasts. Beyond that, I desperately wanted to push her against the wall, and fuck her from behind. My cock ached for her soft pussy. I was desperate to feel that gentle slap against my pelvis as I thrust myself against her sumptuous ass. I wanted to hear and feel as her orgasm steadily built up,. It was almost possible to hear Marie's voice still echoing from the walls. My younger sister had been staying with me for eight months and was as much a part of the place as the paintings on the walls or the big white sofa in the living room. If any of them was gone for a day or two, I tended to notice immediately. I was happy to have her as company. I wouldn't have been lonely without her, but with her there, I was anything but. Still, her two-week holiday in Rome was a welcome break for both. ‘Doesn’t it feel good?’ Peter now propped himself on his elbows. ‘That’s hardly the point.’ But Peter was very hard now, and his own consumption of alcohol further weakened any willpower he had. He flopped back down, clearly indicating that Emma could continue if she wished, not giving her permission, but not denying it, either. Careful to keep the cream on the lower portion of his erection, she squeezed and rubbed like she’d seen done in one of the video clips on the Internet. Peter sighed..