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I Caught My Sister: Part Two
Kimmy can't stop thinking about her sister's mouth on her cunt. The memory keeps her wet. She dials Alice anyway, says she needs it again, now. Alice shows up. Kimmy yanks her by the waistband, shoves her forward until she's braced on the bed. A hard slap lands across her ass. Kimmy drops to her knees, spreads the cheeks, and buries her tongue in that slick heat. Fingers follow—two at first, then three—pushing deep while her mouth sucks the swollen clit. Alice drops to all fours, thighs shaking. The fingers hammer her wet walls, and she comes hard, gasping into the sheets. Kimmy doesn't wait. She pulls Alice flat, straddles her face, spreads her legs wide, and grinds down until she feels that hungry tongue pushing inside her. She won't lift up. She rocks and sweats until the orgasm rips through her, shaking her thighs against Alice's jaw. Finally they sit together, legs touching, each hand busy between their own thighs. Fingers slap and slide, faster, harder, until both of them break at the same time, breath catching, bodies twitching in the aftershocks. Rivalry's gone. Only this remains.
Kimmy can't stop thinking about her sister's mouth on her cunt. The memory keeps her wet. She dials Alice anyway, says she needs it again, now. Alice shows up. Kimmy yanks her by the waistband, shoves her forward until she's braced on the bed. A hard slap lands across her ass. Kimmy drops to her knees, spreads the cheeks, and buries her tongue in that slick heat. Fingers follow—two at first, then three—pushing deep while her mouth sucks the swollen clit. Alice drops to all fours, thighs shaking. The fingers hammer her wet walls, and she comes hard, gasping into the sheets. Kimmy doesn't wait. She pulls Alice flat, straddles her face, spreads her legs wide, and grinds down until she feels that hungry tongue pushing inside her. She won't lift up. She rocks and sweats until the orgasm rips through her, shaking her thighs against Alice's jaw. Finally they sit together, legs touching, each hand busy between their own thighs. Fingers slap and slide, faster, harder, until both of them break at the same time, breath catching, bodies twitching in the aftershocks. Rivalry's gone. Only this remains.