He slid one arm around her waist and guided his cock into her tight, wet cleft. In one long, slow thrust, he was buried to the hilt. French moaned, th...illing at the feel of being stretched around his cock, exulting in the exquisite fullness she felt. He stayed still inside her, his cock throbbing when he felt the flutter of her inner muscles around him. He withdrew almost completely, then thrust slowly into her again, setting a slow, controlled pace. He loosened his hold on her waist, slid his. She really liked that as she started to grind on my face and her moans were getting louder. I started to concentrate on her clit and her legs started to tremble around my ears. I pressed harder and started to suck on her clit like a mini-cock. That did it for Wendy, she started to come on my face, grinding her pussy into my mouth and squeezing her legs like a vice on my head. My cock in her mouth muffled a high scream. While not a squirter like mom, she did get very wet which I licked. I tiptoed back to my room. Arif left a few minutes later. I heard Anjali coming down the hall. I pretended to be sleeping. Her hand on my shoulder surprised me. “How did you like the show, baby brother?” She wasn’t really mad. She loved to be watched. I figured that out a long time ago. But I played along. “What do you mean, Sis?” I replied. “Don’t be a smart ass.” She spat. “I saw you snaking around in the hall. You little pervert.” She pulled the blanket off. I was naked. She probably thought. ” He groaned as she stroked his shaft and circled the head with her fingers. Pressing her body close, rubbing her breasts against him. He reached down and lifted his shirt over his head, taking it off completely. She continued to stroke him slowly. Staring down at her perfect red lips, black eyeliner that intensified her sexy eyes. He rocked into her hand and shivered at the connection he felt. Sometimes sex was sex. Gazing into Christie’s eyes having her just stroking his cock, he felt himself.