“I wish we’d been born sisters.” Jesse said, gently daubing
‘Watermelon Pink’ lipstick onto my pussylips. I was sitting on the
edge of the bed in just an oversized T-shirt, legs spread wide, while
she sat on the floor between them in just her panties, her face just
inches away from my hole, decorating it. I could feel her humid breath
on my cunt and it was making me really horny.
“How come?” I asked, although I thought I knew the answer. I know her
pretty well, I think – besides, we think a lot alike.
“‘Cause,” She said, leaning forward and lightly licking my labia,
letting her tongue just dance across them, teasing. “I just think it
would be so cool to be doing this stuff with somebody I was like,
related to -wouldn’t that be incredibly kinky?”
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