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Crab island 2

Date: 10/16/2014, Categories: Hardcore, Mature, Taboo, Author: vtevte, Rating: 89, Source: xHamster

forward on her knees, taking John's prick in a light grasp and positioning him just at the entrance to her pussy. She lowered herself so that an inch or so of him entered her, then took her hand away. She knelt, poised, a smile on her pretty face, fixing John with her eyes. She stayed motionless for a moment then let herself slide slowly, wriggling to spread her juices, the length of his hardness until her neat butt was on his thighs. She sighed. "John, hon, you feel fucking great." "So do you, s*s. So do you. You're so tight!" "Why, thank you, b*****r. Now, let's fuck!" Cara began to rock herself on John's prick, slowly, steadily. He lay enjoying the sensation for a moment or two, enjoying the hot, wet cling of Cara's pussy as she sank down until he was as deep as he would go, before rising until he almost left her. After a minute or two, as Cara rose to the top of her lift off him, he thrust his hips up, driving his prick back into her, then down again, almost leaving her, to feel himself enveloped again as Cara came down. She grinned at him. "Nice one, John, two strokes each time." "Yeah." He grinned. "I just thought of it." "Good thinking! Aah," she said as John gently cupped her breasts, rubbing his thumbs lightly over her nipples. "Nice," she breathed. "Keep doing that, I like it." "You have got absolutely beautiful tits, Cara," John said as he gently caressed her. "Thanks, John. You don't think they're too small?" "No! They're perfect!" Cara grinned. "I'm looking ... forward to seeing the photographs." "Me too." A mental image of the pictures he'd taken of Jill with his prick in her pussy flashed across John's mind and his prick twitched. Cara giggled, never ceasing her movements. "What caused that?" "Thinking of the photographs." He thrust harder this time as Cara lifted and she gave a soft moan of pleasure. "Oh, it's go-o-d," she murmured. She smiled down at John as she moved. "I'm enjoying this holiday. Any future boyfriend has a lot to live up to, after the pleasure I've had from you and Daddy and Greg." "But no comparisons, eh?" Cara giggled. "Only in my head." She grinned. "You're doing great!" As they talked, John and Cara had each felt the sensations building in them, the slow tingling climb towards climax, and by unspoken mutual consent they concentrated on giving each other the best possible feeling, urging each other towards the peak, slowly, inexorably. John was the first. "I'm close, Cara," he muttered, "real close." "Hold on just a little, John, I'm nearly there, too, just a little more." Inspired, John lifted his hand to Cara's clitoris. Remembering what his mother had told him about the sensitivity approaching climax, he twisted his wrist so that he had a finger on each side, brushing feather-light against Cara as she moved. She flashed him a smile, her breathing heavy now, matching his own. John gritted his teeth, fighting the onset of his climax but the heat and wetness and wonderful snugness of his s****r's pussy was too ...