1. f****y Carjacked


    Date: 9/3/2015, Categories: Fetish, Hardcore, Taboo, Author: drew1207, Rating: 96, Source: xHamster

    sat forward. &#034s****r, shake your tits.&#034 He showed her what he meant by shaking his shoulders back and forth. Ashley copied him, moving her shoulders so her tits jiggled back and forth. I about died watching them rapidly bounce from side to side and up and down, and then just as rapidly snap back in place. &#034Hey, b*****r,&#034 said Roberto. &#034Shake them for me. Pick them up and jiggle them.&#034 I couldn't believe my luck. I was being MADE to fondle my s****r's tits! It's like he read my mind. I reached over with my right hand, and cupped Ashley's left tit. She flinched at first, giving me a dirty look. But she quickly looked straight ahead, her eyes red, holding back tears, while I squeezed her tit. That tit felt great. I was a firm handful, and I love playing with it. I lifted it like I was weighing a tomato, and bounced it up and down. Then I jiggled it back and forth rapidly, squeezing it. With other cars passing in the opposite direction, probably unable to see anything we were doing in the back seat at that speed, I played with both of Ashley's tits, boldly handling them as if I owned them. Ashley glanced up at me, and I couldn't help but give her a little smirk, remembering all the times she treated me bad, and calling me a &#034perv&#034 just for trying to glance at her tits. For this one moment, I owned my big s****r, and had her right where I wanted her. Mom and Dad were right there with us, and could do nothing to me. Traffic cleared up. We were ...
    out in the middle of nowhere, it seemed, surrounded by farm fields. Roberto turned around again and watched us. Caesar said, &#034Now Mamacita. See Mamacita's tits!&#034 &#034OK, Mama, he wants to see your tits,&#034 Roberto interpreted. &#034Your turn. Take off your top. Or should I have your son do it?&#034 I was willing, but Mom slowly crossed her arms and grabbed the hem of her sweater at her waist. Choking back a sob, she lifted her sweater up, until her big coral-colored bra was exposed. She pulled the sweater over her head through her brown hair, and dropped it on her lap. Mom's molded bra had some lace between the cups, but was otherwise smooth and unadorned. Her cleavage was spilling out over the top of them, and pushed together. Caesar moaned and chuckled, with a big toothless grin. &#034Unhook it, son,&#034 ordered Roberto. I leaned to my right, and Mom turned her back to me, refusing to look at me, as I fumbled with her bra. Hers had three clasps holding the wide back together. Clearly this bra was designed to support a lot of weight. Finally, in a little less time it took me to unclasp Ashley's, the bra was open in back. &#034Lean back, Mom,&#034 ordered Roberto. &#034Son, pull Mom's bra off.&#034 Mom leaned back against the seat, placing her trembling hands on her lap. I could see her lips quivering as I pulled down her right bra strap, then her left. I pulled down on the tops of the two cups, and peeled her bra off. Mom's two gigantic tits spilled out and hung ...
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