Usse control nahi ho rha tha… thodi der mein usne mera muh apni chut pe dabaane lagi…Aur mein khub maje se uski chut chusta raha.. beech beech mei... booobs dabata rha… Vo khud bol padi.. ab daaaaaaaaaaal bhi do naaaa, nahi saha jaa rha… lekin mujhe toh usse apna lund chuswana tha… meine uske Muh mein lund rakha.. pehle toh vo mana larne lagi, par phir usne mere lund ko pakda aur muh mein leke chusne lagi.. Usko isska koi bhi experience nahi tha.. mujhe hi uske muh ko chodna pada… phir meine lund. She then took her tongue and circled my head until I thought that I would erupt right there in her face. I gave her a warning that it had been a long time and I might be premature with my orgasm if she kept on like that. She stop and then began to suck the head. Then she took in more. A loud sucking of air rushed between my shaft and her ruby red lips as suction almost broke. She began draw the entire length of my rod in and out slowly. Not that I have the biggest tonsil tickler in the world. She placed my left hand in the open neck of her blouse, undoing the front clasp bra. My hand was full of a soft naked tit. Her right hand was caressing my ass, trying to get to my cock from the back. The sister kissing me, yes, still, had run my hand up under her blouse and unhooked her bra also, so each of my hands were holding a soft fragrant mound of delight and as they squirmed and moved, each nipple gained an erection, becoming stiff and hard. They were almost as hard as my cock, which was. He waited a few moments. “Okay ... what is her name?”“Alannah,” I smirked. He immediately straightened up and glared at me. I’m not sure he realized that he was doing it, but his hand strayed towards his nose. He gingerly ran his fingers across the bridge of his nose.His nose had a pronounced lump at the top of it. His fingers ran across it as if trying to smooth it out.“That takes the fucking cake,” he growled. “I can’t believe you named MY fucking kid after that bastard.”“I can’t believe you.