Enduring zelta masāža mammīte blondīne

It was a small room with a long table in the center, a laptop charging in the middle, chairs around it. My sister sat perched on one wearing a tennis skirt and a tank top, her round breasts molded by the white fabric, her lithe legs crossed, the skirt short. “Why are you here?” I asked. “Checking up on me? Trying to sabotage me.” “Just being a good sister,” she said as she slipped off the table and turned around. She wiggled her ass at me. “You're getting nowhere with mom, right?” “I'm beautiful making progress,” I answered, her skirt swaying about those sensual tanned thighs, the cloth falling over her tight rump. My dick throbbed. “Mmm, but that's not the same as satisfaction.” She bent over lower. “So I thought I'd be a loving sister and help you out. How can you concentrate on seducing body Mom with that big dick tenting your pants?” “You are here to sabotage me,” I groaned as I stared at that teasing ass. Her blonde hair massage fell loose about her face as she looked over her shoulder at me. Grinned. “You fucking bitch,” I groaned. I couldn't resist. I needed to cum. And she was here. Her pussy was available. I pounced. Maria Reenburg