1. Crab island 1


    Date: 10/15/2014, Categories: Hardcore, Mature, Taboo, Author: vtevte, Rating: 89, Source: xHamster

    And it did, the blunt, probing thrust of him within her, easing back to spread her natural lubrication, then in, deeper. Cara closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying the feeling of fullness. "Hey, don't forget me," Sarah said softly. Cara's eyes opened and she smiled at her cousin. She bent forward and kissed Sarah's thigh, soft, light, a butterfly touch. Cara's tongue came out and she pointed it, probing delicately at the folds of Sarah's labia, enjoying the salty-sweet taste, the heat, the smell, the very essence of excited, sexually-ready woman that was her cousin. As Cara lapped at Sarah's slit, Greg began to move, sinking his prick to its root in Cara's pussy, pulling back until she felt as if she was being emptied, then in, deep, filling her again. With a sound that was half sigh, half moan, all acceptance, Cara gave herself to the moment and let her senses carry her, licking, sucking, biting softly at Sarah's wet folds, her tongue busy in the warmth and wetness. Greg moved steadily behind her and she relished the feel of him filling her, felt a great emptiness as he pulled back and revelled in the sensations as he pushed back into her, his prick moving steadily, noisily now, through her wetness, his hands warm on her back as he braced himself for the thrusts. Cara's hands rested lightly on Sarah's hips and she could feel Sarah's fingers running through her hair, stroking, caressing. There was no speech, but the quiet of the room was punctuated by soft moans, gasps, the ...
    hiss of an indrawn breath, the wet slither of Greg's prick in Cara's pussy. Sarah's juices were warm on Cara's tongue, the flavour strong, salty-sweet, her woman-hot smell pungent in Cara's nostrils, exciting, stimulating her own pussy, making Greg's loving assault on her even noisier as her wetness grew. It couldn't last. It didn't. Sarah came first, a tight scream in her throat, her fingers claws in Cara's hair, her stomach rippling, thighs clenching. Greg was panting behind Cara, his movements urgent as he thrust into her. She sensed he was close and moved her hand to stroke her clitoris, sensitive to the almost agonising tenderness as she neared her own peak, bringing herself close, but holding off that tiny fraction, the tension of anticipation holding her until she felt Greg jerk behind her, gasping a wordless cry as his orgasm took him, when she let her busy fingers tip her over her own precipice of ecstasy, her eyes closed, the tumult of the shared moment washing over her. Gradually they stilled, Greg's prick pulsing limply in Cara's pussy as he softened, stilling. Cara opened her eyes and took a deep breath, smiling at Sarah who gazed at her in a kind of wonder. "Wow," Sarah said, her voice soft, her tone almost awed. Cara grinned. "You enjoyed that." It wasn't a question. Sarah smiled, a soft, loving smile. "I'd like to do that again sometime." Cara nodded. "Sometime," she said. Greg eased back, his almost-soft prick slipping easily from Cara's juice-wet pussy. She ...
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