Oversexed Indian Chick Plays With Her Pussy

“The world isn't ending.” I didn't expect a reply back right away. She didn't check her phone every two seconds like I Solo did. I checked my notifications. There were a few Facebook and Twitter notifications, but I went to Instagram first, flipping through the pics. I smiled at the cute shoes that my friend Briana had posted. They were white and double strapped around the ankle and opened toed, letting her show off her nail polish. I left her a glowing comment as I wished I had the pair. I was just scrolling down when my door burst opened and Allie appeared. I gasped at the sight of my little sister in the doorway. My stomach tightened while she had this mischievous grin on her face. She sauntered in a few steps and closed the door behind her. “So,” she said, that impish look swelling. “So...” I said, my tits out as I set up, my dick twitching beneath my skirt. “Banging Pita, huh?” My cheeks burned. “Sorry.” “Oh, it didn't sound like you're sorry,” she said. She threw back her head and, in a throaty voice, moaned, “Oh, Pita, indian yes, yes, cum on my futa-dick! I love your pussy! You're so tight!” “You heard that?” I groaned, my cheeks burning. “The entire house heard it. I bet you interrupted the twins in whatever they do in their bedroom.” “Study,” I muttered. “Riiiight!” Allie said. She sauntered forward towards me. “Just pounding your Latina friend, fucking her so hard. She begged for it.” “Sorry,” I groaned. “I know we had our thing, and it's amazing, but she just sorta... started masturbation sucking on my dick.” “And we all know that you're just helpless to any girl who gets her mouth wrapped around your girl-dick, aren't you?” My cheeks burned with even more shame. I scrunched my shoulders. Then I gasped as my little sister threw herself on the bed, her strawberry-blonde pigtails dancing around her face. She wrenched up my skirt, exposing my half-hard Toys dick soaked in Pita's juices. She snagged my dick and, before I could stop her, sucked the tip into her mouth. I gasped at the incestuous delight, my breasts jiggling as she webcam sucked on my cock. Her cheeks hollowed as she nursed on it. Her tongue danced around the tip, the pleasure shooting through me. I groaned and trembled. My heart raced as the pleasure rippled through my body. I whimpered, surprised by how incredible this felt. She threw her bag and blazer on the bed and stoped to look in the mirror and she was a little surprised by the state of her reflection. "Curiosity got the better of me," she admitted as she sat back, "You seem to have a VERY wide range of sexual interests." Our lips met as our bodies rubbed sensuously together, the feel of her warm smooth skin set me on fire. But they can't do more than that right now.” Do you think that it’s that good for other people? Figure indian out what the fuck is happening to me. I had to do it some way that didn’t make me feel like I was raping her but it never seemed to work masturbation out. In the past, we talked about it, fantasized and role played about her with Toys 2 or 3 cocks. Audrey recognized this, being her oldest friend, as one of Claire’s nervous habits. I liked her. Squealing! Oleg always said a girl should be able to walk into Miss Selfies with men wolf whistling, do a twirl and then blow the lot of them to dust. Lily imagined that his inner walls, webcam already horribly irritated by the Solo paste, were screaming bloody murder at the rough treatment.