Call Me My Sister's Name

Little blonde Elsa Jean came knocking while Jill Kassidy sat there working two fingers inside her cunt. Jill snapped at her to leave. Too late. Elsa thought Jill looked sad because Carter Cruise was gone and threw herself at the brunette, tiny body and all. The comfort hug twisted fast once Elsa started begging Jill to pretend she was Carter and call her the sister's name. Jill shot it down. She wanted her alone time and her orgasm. Elsa wasn't listening. She liked the idea too much. Off came the white top, small pale tits out, bouncing as she leaned over Jill's face. She peeled Jill's tank away, closed her lips around a dark nipple and sucked hard while Jill tried to push her off. Something shifted. Jill stayed on the phone when Carter rang, lying through her teeth that she wasn't horny, that everything was fine. Soon as she hung up Elsa ripped Jill's pants the rest of the way down, mouth already wet against her slit. The phone stayed dark long enough for Jill to come with Carter's name on her lips. Elsa dragged her over until their cunts lined up, ground down in tight circles, hips snapping until the wet smack filled the room and another orgasm shuddered through both of them. She climbed higher, lowered her pink folds over Jill's mouth, rolled and rocked until she could feel Jill's tongue push inside. Then she flipped around, spread Jill open and licked the tight ring of her asshole until it winked, then rode Jill's face until the older girl shook and cried out again.