Alassra cried out as Reannen brought the utmost pleasure to her nipples. She giggled as her sister stripped the robe from her and tossed it away. She let out a feminine sigh as her sister straddled her; there was something so enchanting about it. She clutched her fingers through her sister's auburn hair when Reannen's lips pursed about her nipples, each in turn. Alassra arched her back, and she moaned, first softly, then with some abandon. Her toes curled, and she clutched Reannen's hair tightly. "Oh....Reannen..." she cried.<br/><br/>Alassra began to arch her back with a regular rhythm, pressing her nipple more deeply into her sister's mouth, and rubbing her own panties against her straddling sister. Their panties pressed tightly, the sensation silky, the gradually more moist. Alassra slid her left leg around her sister's right, so that their thighs scissored. Alassra's hands trailed up her sister's chest, and cupped over each nubile breast. She palmed and kneaded the young breasts which were shaped very much like her own, while her thumbs trailed sensuous circles over the areolas and nipples.  "Reannen..." she sighed again.