<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/>It is evil. It is exhilaration. It is obscene. It is orgasmic. It is abnormal. It is awesome.<br/><br/>Pleasure of this variety is hard to deny. The crescendo lasts but a moment, a glorious passage when time flouts its physical definition and stills itself. I count the seconds of this exhilaration and with each involuntary pounding of my cock into my darling big sister's pussy I realise it never needs to stop. I needn't bother keeping track of this uproariously blissful state of mind. I'll be able to feel it in an hour all over again.<br/><br/>She screams and screams and so wonderfully she screams. Profanity that spikes my arousal, pleas that feed my cravings and a pussy that I can never ever say no to. So wet and tight and greedy. It milks me, and with her hips slamming down atop me I have no choice but to oblige. She would feel the spasms, savor the blank euphoria that fills my eyes and feel the shudders that rake up and down my spine as I finally explode.<br/><br/>"<strong>YES. OH FUCK, YES....</strong>"<br/><br/>It is difficult to climb down, but Mom will be home soon and I wouldn't be surprised if some of the neighbors had called 911 from all the racked.<br/><br/>Leaning in, I swipe my lips over hers and whisper, "<strong>They're going to love the next post</strong>."