The sight of her brother willingly making out with his former bully was astonishing and almost too good to be true. Clarissa arched her back as she intensified her riding to coincide with Johnny's newly started bucking. She was quickly tightening around his cock, spilling her lust onto the couch and further onto the floor beneath them. When she looked back down at the two beautiful faces staring up at her, she wasn't sure what she wanted next.<br/><br/>A part of her wanted them to continue kissing, but she knew it would be unfair to ask that of Sam. Still she felt like there was something missing. One last element to push her over the edge. Then she saw how Sam's eyes had fixed on her buxom chest, swaying as she rode. Then it hit her. Sam had always loved and worshipped her breasts, one of the few things that still seperated them. "Sammie....." she said almost pleadingly, certain that he would know what she was asking for.<br/><br/>But there would still be something missing. Clarissa loved to be worshipped and to be properly taken. Johnny could certainly help with that. With one hand she reached out and tried to move one of Johnny's hands to her ass, moaning "fuck me" as she did.