My Sister, The Escort: Part Two

Bree crawled up Chloe's body and pinned her there. Their mouths crashed together—hungry, almost violent. Bree's hand slid down between them and found her sister's cunt already slick. She groaned against Chloe's lips. Chloe pulled back just enough to watch Bree's fingers disappear inside her. Both of them naked, pressed chest-to-chest, every breath shared. They fucked like that for a while, legs tangled, hips jerking, until Bree needed more. She swung around and sat on her sister's face, ass cheeks flexing, dripping cunt right on Chloe's tongue. Chloe moaned into her sister's pussy and sucked harder. Bree rode it, clit grinding down. Her thighs shook. A sharp cry broke out of her and she came hard, juices running over Chloe's mouth. They flipped fast, 69 now, mouths buried between legs, both of them lapping and sucking with no mercy. Chloe came first—body twitching, sobbing Bree's name into her thigh. Bree pushed her over the edge again. And again. When Chloe stopped shaking, Bree moved on top of her, straddling her hips. Their cunts pressed tight, slick on slick, and Bree started grinding. Hard. They both cried out, rocking, panting, locked in that wet, desperate slide until they came together, legs jerking, nails digging. The room went quiet except for the sound of their breathing.