Unsure of what or why this was happening, Miria was too aroused to even think of stopping. Her shy sister emboldened to love her, lips and tongue tracing paths over her pale flesh. Shedding her clothes to appear naked.<br/><br/>She was beautiful in Miria’s eyes, classic Kimari with her thick, red hair. Her voice, when she spoke, thick and husky with desire. Miria gasped, her hips instinctively rolling toward the fingers that brushed her hot, damp sex, teasing her silken folds, her engorged clit before sliding one long digit deep within her tight sheath.<br/><br/>The combined moans and scent of their arousals filled the air in their small house, knowing punishment the penalty if caught in their incestuous coupling didn’t matter. All that Miria wanted was to climax and give Zjasha the same pleasure.<br/>