<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Reese Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Home <strong>Tags:</strong> Soaking wet sis</em></span></span><br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/72/b8/d1/72b8d15e083e3b072de0066151588a2e.jpg)</div><br/>"<strong>And</strong>..."<br/><br/>A loving squeeze of that wet ass and a thoroughly manic gleam in my eyes prompts her further into the fantasy. I had always relished our shared fondness for the utterly insane. Nothing is ever off limits. I've drunk your cum and you've bathed in mine, I've fucked your ass at my birthday party and you've sucked me off in the school parking lot. Bulldozing morality has become an addiction.<br/><br/>It is apparent in her words, each syllable engineered to sound taboo and leaving me helplessly aroused. I indulge in a spank, both hands clawing and kneading at her luscious flesh much as a means to vent as it is to tease her.<br/><br/>It is impossible to maintain the tease. Not after such a ludicrous, impassioned and vehement plea. My cock breaches her willing petals, the tip already drowning in her juices. "<strong>Ungnn... Fuck, sis</strong>," the groan slips past my defences as does the rhythm of my hips. From meaning to tease her without relent, I am already pounding that gloriously wet channel. "<strong>So fucking tight... So fucking perfect</strong>!"<br/><br/>I doubt if I would need the embellishment of the mommy fantasy. But the thrill that had set my body aflame was dangerously powerful. Did I really want to fuck her too?<br/>