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Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. Her brother pushed in. Her eyes widened as he fed her the heated length of his cock until it was in her throat. She started to choke, so he pulled back a few inches and let her breathe.His cock twitched on her tongue. He pulled it back farther, withdrawing it until only its knobbed head remained between her lips. The shaft of his prick was red and throbbing. Her saliva made it shine. Laura slithered her tongue around the head, sucking him eagerly.After enjoying her sliding, stimulating tongue until he was panting like he'd run ten miles, he thrust forward once more, burying his shaft inside her mouth.He set up a regular rhythm as he thrust back and forth. He increased the pace of his thrusts, so that his cock pumped in and out of her mouth. Although the red length of his shaft continually emerged from her clinging lips, he always kept the head of it planted inside her mouth. Her brother fucked her mouth like it was her pussy.She moaned and sighed as. It was incredibly erotic, and just when I thought it couldn't get any more erotic, I caught a glimpse of Sarah and Neva on their cot engaged in a sixty-nine.All that sensuality, all the feedback from each woman was soon too much for me and Angela, Cathy and I all came in a powerful orgasm. We were joined a moment later by Sarah and Neva. All that pleasure was nearly overwhelming and it was difficult to form a coherent thought for several minutes after that.It was only then that I noticed Erika and Kayla cuddling in a chair, Erika staring at me with wide eyes and her lust and desire was clear. She wanted me and her craving was only going to grow until I came inside her. I'd wanted to get to know her, to ask her about the child in her car when I'd first seen her. But all of that was going to wait.Angela also sensed what was happening and she darted into the bathroom to get a warm soapy washcloth to clean me when Cathy pulled herself off my still very hard cock. Kayla was quickly.
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