Incest/Taboo Twisted Sisters

I'd just hung up the phone as Blake, my husband, came in the front door to our 15th story condo in Arlington, Virginia. "Hey," I said, glancing up at him.

He set his briefcase down and wrapped his arms around me, hugging me tight.

"You're in a good mood," I said. "Good day at work?"

He nodded. "I landed a new account and earned a big fat commission. What do you say we head to shore this weekend... get a nice B&B in Cape May?"

I stepped out of his embrace and led him over to the couch, avoiding eye contact.

"This doesn't look good," he said, taking my hand. "Problems?"

I nodded. "My mom called... she's putting my sister on a red-eye tonight."

"Which sister?"

"Debbie."

Blake was dumbfounded. "She's coming here... to stay with us?"

I shrugged my shoulders and heaved an enormous sigh. "I couldn't say no... Mom insisted it was a serious family emergency."

Blake gave me a dubious look. "For how long?"

"She didn't say... but I think it might be for the rest of the summer, at least until freshman orientation starts at Catholic."

"Catholic University... here?" Blake planted his hands on his hips, arms akimbo, clearly annoyed. "I thought she'd been accepted at the University of Portland."

"She was," I said, "but Catholic was always an option."

"What the fuck, Suzette," he said, exasperated. "What kind of trouble is she in now?"

Blake rarely used my full name, so I could tell he was pissed. Debbie was a wild child and trouble naturally found her. She'd been suspended from school twice, and was lucky she was allowed to graduate. "Mom wouldn't say... just that it would be best for the family if she got out of town."

"Best for who?"

I scowled at my husband. As the oldest of three sisters who grew up in a small town along the Oregon coast, I led the way in causing our parents' grief. Dad was a pharmacist and owned the only drugstore in town... so everyone knew our family. As if this wasn't enough, Mom was the town mayor and Dad was also a deacon in our church. Debbie, my younger sister, was apparently the latest screwup in the family. "Can you blame them?"

Blake shrugged his shoulders. "What about our plans for the summer?"

"We'll make it work... teaching gives me the summer off and she's pretty independent... maybe she'll find a job and she can look after herself."

"Fat chance," Blake said, "you really think she's ready to turn over a new leaf and suddenly become responsible?"

I giggled and snuggled closer to my husband. "Probably not, but let's hope for the best." I ran my fingertips along his thigh, hoping to distract him.

He threaded his fingers through my long brown hair and whispered into my ear. "Do you really think a blow job is going to mollify me?"

I smiled and kissed him tenderly. His lips parted, and I probed his mouth with my tongue. "It's always worked before," I said, unbuckling his pants.

He grinned as I pulled his tie out from under his collar. I unbuttoned his shirt and ran my hands over his muscular, nearly hairless chest. I never tired of his boyish good looks.

He unzipped his pants and pulled out his long, thick cock. "Am I that predictable?"

I nodded as I knelt between his legs and yanked his pants down to the floor. His cock was just inches from my mouth when he jerked it away.

I looked up at him quizzically.

"If I'm going to agree to this... to letting Debbie staying with us... maybe I should be calling the shots?"

I didn't have the heart to tell him her visit was already a done deal. Blake was usually content to let me take the initiative in our relationship, and I did my best to keep it fresh by anticipating his needs. "Okay," I said seductively, "tell me what's on that nasty mind of yours?" I teased the head of his cock with my tongue, swirling it around to get him nice and wet.

He wrapped his fingers around his cock and pulled it away from my hungry mouth. "Lick my balls."

I tried to hide my look of surprise; for all the times I'd blown him I had no idea licking his balls turned him on. I couldn't resist hamming it up for him. "Your wish is my command... master." I left a trail of glistening saliva as I worked my way down his shaft, then extended my tongue and gingerly used the tip to toy with his plump ball sacks.

"I like that," he said, "now suck on them... one at a time."

I did as he asked, filling my mouth with one of his swollen balls and sucking it into my mouth as far as I could.

He tapped my forehead with his cock to let me know it was time to switch balls.

Being told how to please him turned me on and I discretely slipped my hand down inside my panties. It came as no surprise that I was wet... very wet.

He lifted his feet and brought them up to rest on my shoulders, opening himself up to my probing tongue. I lavished his balls with my wet tongue as he spread my saliva along his hard shaft.

"Suzi," he said in a plaintive voice, "go lower."

I gazed up at him, realizing that lower could only mean one thing.

He sensed my hesitation. "Please," he said, hoping that he hadn't pushed me too far.

I took a deep breath and slid my finger deeper into the wet folds of my pussy. If I denied him now... our entire summer might go up in smoke. The touch of my finger on my clit sent a wave of pleasure through my body... and gave me the courage to press on. I used my free hand to nudge his legs open until I could see into the dark crack of his ass. I closed my eyes and tentatively probed below his balls with the tip of my tongue.

He moaned and stroked his hard cock while I probed my cunt with a finger.

I discreetly sniffed, fearful I might be in for something unpleasant. Fortunately, all I could smell was his cologne, and I wondered how long he'd been planning this little adventure. I pressed on, probing the depths of his ass crack with my tongue.

"Oh fuck, Suzi," he said. "That feels so hot... keep going."

I knew what keep going meant, so I pressed my face into his ass crack and rimmed his asshole with my slippery tongue. I pushed a second finger up into my throbbing cunt.

"Fuck, Suzi," he bellowed, "that's gonna make me come."

Me too, I would have said if my tongue wasn't busy probing his tight pucker.

We came together. Blake erupted, furiously jacking cum everywhere while my body convulsed with pleasure.

As I came down from my orgasmic high, I lifted my head and gave his oozing cock a gentle kiss. "That was... different."

He smiled and ran his fingers through my hair. "Did I push you too far?"

I giggled. "At first... but then I couldn't stop myself. Do you realize that we both watched each other come?"

He nodded and wrapped his legs around me.

I gazed up at his body and giggled. "Not to mention that you just gave yourself a facial."

"Cute," he said, scooping a drop of cum from the end of his nose and offering it to me.

I opened my mouth and sucked his cum off his finger. "Mmmm," I said, licking my lips. "Want me to finish the job?"

He nodded and pulled me to my feet.

I bent down, licked his shaft clean, then I sucked up the few remaining drops I could squeeze out of his limp cock. From there, I hoovered up several long trails of cum stretching up his torso.

He lifted my chin with his fingers. "Show me."

I opened my mouth and swirled his sticky cum in my mouth before gulping it down. "Like that," I said, grinning from ear to ear.

He nodded and licked his lips. "Save some for me."

I straddled his lap and took my time toying with the cum splatters on his face, teasing out long threads of his sticky goo before sucking it into my mouth. When I finished, he grabbed a handful of my long hair and pulled me to his lips.

I parted my lips and let him suck his cum out of my mouth. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever done... and I was loving every minute of it. I gave him a devilish grin. "Shall we switch positions?"

He took a deep breath. "Are you suggesting what I think you are?"

I winked. "Maybe I'll like it as much as you did." I rolled off him and leaned back on the couch, giving him room to kneel in front of me. I opened my legs. "Do you want to try it?"

He nodded enthusiastically. "First, show me your tits?"

I bit down on my lower lip and seductively unbuttoned my blouse, then leaned forward and unhooked my bra. My creamy white skin showed no signs of last summer's tan lines. My generous breasts tumbled out from under my bra. I kept my gaze locked on his as I cupped my breasts and rolled my hard nipples between my fingertips.

"That's so fucking hot, Suzi," he said. "You're gonna get me hard... again."

I reached for his hands and placed them on my breasts. "Want to see more?"

He tugged on my hard nipples and nodded.

"Watch closely." I lifted my ass and slipped off my shorts and panties, drawing my knees up so I could roll them down my legs and expose my hairy ass crack to his wandering eyes.

"I'll never tire of that view," he said, weaving his fingers through my thick, hairy bush. "Show me your clit."

I grinned as I spread the lips of my pussy with both hands until my glistening little pearl emerged from its hiding place.

He bowed his head and licked it, sending a wave of pleasure through my body.

I ran my fingers through his short, spiky hair and pulled his face into my open gash. "Mmmm," I cooed, as his tongue lashed the length of my pink slit. I knew what he wanted and was eager to give it to him. "Go down... just like I did."

He stared at my ass crack as he lifted my legs until my knees squished into my breasts.

Aroused, I couldn't resist showing off for him. I slipped a finger into my cunt to get it dripping wet, then spread my slippery juices down into my ass crack.

"Damn, Suzi," he said, "I've never seen you this fucking nasty before."

I bit down on my lower lip and tickled my asshole with the tip of my wet finger. "Mmmm, I'm just getting started..."

He lowered his head and licked my ass crack from bottom to top, adding his warm saliva to my glistening juices.

"Ohhh," I moaned, "I want your tongue... now."

He rimmed my asshole, tracing concentric circles that grew smaller and smaller until the tip of his tongue pressed against my tight little pucker.

The intense pleasure surprised me, and I flicked my raging clit with the tip of my finger. "Push it in... make me come... again."

He forced his tongue into me, nearly sending me over the edge.

I thrust two fingers into my cunt and furiously stroked myself while my body bucked against his probing tongue.

"Oh... Oh... Oh," I screeched as my hand took on a life of its own, pounding my cunt like a pile driver.

He pushed harder, wiggling more of his tongue into my ass.

"Fuck," I screeched, "I'm so close... so close..." My body convulsed in a mind blowing orgasm, forcing an eruption of fluid that splashed over my husband's face.

I gasped for breath as I squirted his face with each throbbing pulse of my orgasm.

"Jeez, Suzi," he said, licking my fluid off his lips. "What the fuck was that?"

I'd heard about women squirting, but never experienced it myself. "What's it taste like?"

"Like your pussy," he said, wiping his face and licking his fingers. "Are you ready for my cock?"

I knew this moment would come... and now I was ready for it. "I know what you want... but I want to hear you say it."

He stuck his finger in his mouth to get it wet, then pressed the tip up against my tight asshole. "I want to fuck you... fuck you in the ass."

I gasped as his finger entered my tight hole.

"Too much?" he asked.

I sucked in a deep breath and shook my head.

He slipped his thumb up into my cunt to get it wet, then drew more of my slippery juices down into my ass crack.

"Mmmm," I cooed, "try two fingers."

He locked his eyes on mine as he slipped a second finger into my tight ass. There was no disguising the unexpected pleasure it gave me as he stroked his fingers in and out of me.

"I'm ready," I said, "give it to me... give me your hard cock... right up my ass."

He rose on one foot and slipped himself into my sopping wet pussy.

I moaned softly. "Hurry, before I change my mind."

He positioned the head of his slick cock against my asshole.

I tugged on the underside of my thighs and pulled my legs open as far as they would go. "Push," I said, my voice cracking.

He forced his cock into me, easily slipping in to my slippery ass with a single thrust.

It knocked the breath out of me, and I gasped for air.

He paused, waiting for me to catch my breath, then slowly pumped my ass several times. "Can you come again?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "Don't worry about me... I want to watch you come."

He smiled and picked up his pace, thrusting his cock in and out of my tight hole.

I watched his lust filled eyes with fascination. I'd never seen such a look of determination on his face, and wondered why he'd never asked for this before.

"Oh fuck, Suzi," he said, breathlessly, "I'm getting close."

I'd heard about anal orgasms before, but it never occurred to me they might be real. "Me too," I said, squeezing down on his cock.

"Here it comes," he shouted, pulling out of my ass and aiming his throbbing cock at my gaping mouth.

I reached for my clit just as a subtle orgasm washed over my rigid body. I kept it alive with my fingertip while I watched my husband blow his load.

"Fuck... fuck... fuck..." he shouted as a rope of cum hurtled towards my face.

Amused that it was my turn to get a facial, I couldn't help giggling as I bobbed and weaved to catch rope after rope of his sticky white cum.

With his cock drained, he collapsed onto my body, nestling his head between my heaving breasts.

I withdrew my finger from my clit and wrapped my arms around him, holding him tightly to my chest. I could feel our hearts pounding in unison as we gasped for air.

When we'd finally calmed down, he lifted his head and gave me a tender, cummy kiss.

I smiled. "Did you like that?"

He nodded and got to his feet.

I stood beside him and gazed out our picture window at the Potomac River snaking into the setting sun. "So," I asked, "my sister coming to visit might be a good thing?"

He chuckled. "If that's a preview of things to come... you'll get no argument from me."

I sat at the dining table nursing a beer, waiting for Blake to get home from work. I glanced up when I heard the door open.

"Hey," he said, balancing two pizzas while he held his briefcase and kicked the door closed with his foot. "Where's Debbie?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "She just got up... I think she's in the shower."

He glanced at his watch. "She slept all day... what gives?"

"Not sure. She was in a shitty mood when I picked her up at the airport; she didn't say a word all the way home."

"Great," Blake said, rolling his eyes. "Sounds like this summer's off to a fantastic start." He glanced at my beer. "Got one of those for me?"

I nodded and retrieved one from the fridge. I stood and gave him a peck on the cheek, then licked his ear. "It's not all bad... remember yesterday?"

He handed me the pizza and squeezed my ass. "I won't forget that anytime soon."

"Why don't you tell her dinner is ready while I'll serve it up?"

"Okay," he said, eyeing me cautiously. "What makes you think she'll talk to me?"

"Who knows," I said, "it couldn't be any worse than the reception I got."

Blake disappeared down the hall while I set the table. It surprised me to hear Debbie laughing as she trailed him into the dining room. I set the open pizza boxes on the table. "Feeling better?"

"Hey, Sis," she said, giving me a hug. "I'm sorry about this morning... it's been a rough few of days."

"No problem," I said as I returned her embrace. I stepped back and held her hands, taking a good look at her. Freshly scrubbed and without makeup, she was the picture of innocence; hard to imagine our parents had given her the boot. I hadn't seen her since our wedding two years ago. She had grown considerably and appeared noticeably taller than me. Her ruffled crop top hung loosely off her perky breasts and barely concealed the underside of her milky white globes. Her stone washed shorts rode low and tight, exposing her taut abs and pierced belly button. There was no disguising the feminine figure she had grown into. So much for innocence. "You look great... and you're taller than me."

She laughed. "Tell me about it... I'm taller than most of the boys at school." She glanced at Blake. "Bet I'm taller than you, too."

"Too close to call," Blake said, taking a seat at the table and guzzling his beer.

I laughed; if anything, Blake was shorter than me. I retrieved two more beers from the fridge.

Debbie smiled up at me and ran her fingers through her damp hair. It was dirty blond and cut just off her shoulders. It was a good, youthful look for her. "For me?"

I frowned. "No, they're for us; get yourself a soft drink."

"Darn," she said, putting on a pouty face.

"Pizza's ready," I said, ignoring her response.

"I'm famished," Debbie said, taking two slices from each box. "These are my favorites, Hawaiian and Meat Lovers."

After watching her wolf down four slices, my curiosity got the best of me. "Are you going to tell us what's going on... I mean, why did Mom and Dad send you out here? She made it sound like you had to get out of town."

She looked up at me, then over at Blake. "Mom didn't tell you?"

"Nope," I said, "and asking her seemed like a terrible idea."

"It's a long story..." She let her words trail off, hoping I'd let it go.

I beckoned her with my fingers. "And?" I asked, doing my best to drag an answer out of her.

She shrugged her shoulders, but remained silent.

Frustrated, and slightly buzzed after two beers, I said, "Would a cold beer help loosen your tongue?"

"It might," she said, surprised by the unexpected offer.

I nodded to Blake, and he promptly fetched a beer.

Debbie guzzled half the bottle before finally speaking. "Do you remember Jimmy Jameson?"

"Yeah," I said, rolling my eyes. "Wasn't he the little dweeb that worked at Dad's store during the summer?"

She glared at me.

"Sorry," I said, "but you could date any boy in school... why would you get mixed up with a nerd like Jimmy?"

She laughed. "True, I could've dated any boy I wanted... just as long as they could get past Dad. In fact, if I remember right, you had more than a little trouble with Dad when you brought Blake home to meet him."

It was true. My parents took an instant dislike to Blake, even though I'd been secretly dating him for months. They only eased up when we threatened to elope. "That's right," I said, "but I was a junior in college then, and there wasn't much they could do about it. So, they gave you a hard time?"

"No shit," she said, "ever since Kari got knocked up... they watch me like a hawk."

Kari, our middle sister, was a nightmare for our parents. At twenty, she was still living at home when she got pregnant. It was a major embarrassment to our Catholic parents, and they banished her to a home for unwed mothers to have the baby. "Oh," I said to Debbie, "sorry you had to bear the brunt of her screw up... how is she?"

"Okay," she said, wistfully. "She calls me every other week. She seems happy... they even have her helping out with the younger girls."

"That's good," I said. "I forget, where did they send her?"

"A convent outside of Pittsburg. The Sisters run a residential home... you know, for troubled girls. I really miss her."

"Me too," I said, although I hadn't seen her since our wedding. "How far along is she?"

"Maybe three months."

"I suppose Mom was worried you were headed down the same path."

"Yeah," Debbie said, "in fact, to avoid a repeat with me, she put me on the pill without telling Dad. Talk about mixed messages."

"No way," I said, dumfounded. "I can't believe Mom would do that."

"Me neither," she said, "but, hey, what Dad didn't know... you get the idea."

"So, you and Jimmy... what happened?"

She drained her beer. "It's not what you think... we weren't dating or anything. It's just that Dad didn't think twice about me hanging with Jimmy... at least until we got busted."

I passed her my unfinished beer. "Busted?" I glanced at Blake and saw that she had piqued his interest.

She took another big gulp. "Yep, me and Jimmy... and a couple of his friends did the nasty at his place after our graduation ceremony."

Blake and I glanced at each other, but remained silent, shocked by my sister's casual admission.

She gave me a knowing smile, then turned to Blake. "Oh, come on, go ahead and ask... I can see you're dying to know?"

Blake glanced at me for moral support.

I reached out and flicked my sister's arm. "Don't be a tease... so, where were Jimmy's parents?"

"Mom, Dad and the Jameson's had their own celebration planned... you know, for getting us kids graduated. Dinner and dancing in the city."

"Let me guess," Blake said, "they walked in--"

Debbie snarled at Blake. "Give me a little credit... I'm not that stupid."

Blake backed off, chagrined. "Okay, so how did you get caught?"

"A few days later there was an issue with the Jameson's liquor cabinet... as in a nearly empty bottle of Baileys Irish Creme."

I chuckled. "Let me guess, Jimmy confessed to his parents."

"I wish it was that easy," Debbie said, shaking her head. "It turns out that Jimmy's little sister had a babysitter while everybody was at the graduation ceremony..."

A lightbulb went off over Blake's head. "Let me guess... they caught you on video?"

Debbie's face flushed crimson. "A nanny cam, to be exact."

Blake continued, "So, they confronted your parents with the video?"

"Yep... including full audio," Debbie said defiantly. "His parents blamed the whole thing on me... can you fucking believe that?"

I chuckled. Her foul mouth may have shocked me, but Blake was eating it up. "Let's see... three dweebs and one hottie... who did you think they would blame?"

Anger flared in Debbie's eyes. "Now you sound exactly like Dad."

"Sorry," I said, doing my best to conceal my amusement. "I didn't mean it to come out that way... what was on the video?"

Her anger turned to surprise. "You really want to know--"

I reached for her hand to calm her down. "Relax, we don't mean to pry... we're just curious why Mom and Dad would freak out the way they did."

Debbie tuned to Blake. "You too?"

Blake shrugged. "What can I say... you've got my attention."

Debbie giggled. "You two are so bad... do you want the PG version... or the R rated version?"

Blake's eyes lit up as he passed out fresh beers. "You mean there isn't an X rated version?"

Debbie giggled. "Maybe we should just watch the video."

Blake's jaw dropped open. "You have it with you?"

Debbie nodded. "That was the deal... I'd get out of town if they'd give me the video... and swear there were no copies."

I glanced at Blake and cut him off before he could ask. "Later," I said, taking them both by the hand. "For now, just tell us what happened... but give Blake a taste of what he wants... you know... the X rated version."

I sat down on the couch next to Blake and made room for Debbie to squeeze in between us. I draped my arm over her shoulders and rested my hand on the back of Blake's neck. He was tense, and I suspected the thought of hearing my sister's provocative tale was turning him on.

Debbie drained her beer and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "We could have had the Jameson's house to ourselves, but Jimmy was with his buddies and all they wanted to do was play board games."

"That's it?" I asked, incredulous.

"Hey, you were the one that called him a dweeb."

"Right," I said. "Never mind. I'll let you tell the story."

"Thanks... we got into a debate over which game to play. They wanted Dungeons and Dragons... I wanted something easy, like Monopoly."

"Both sound pretty boring to me," Blake said. "Who won that argument?"

Debbie giggled. "I did, but only after promising them I'd spice it up with some creative rules."

"Rules?" I asked. "Must have been pretty interesting rules... I mean, why else would you get busted playing Monopoly?"

"It started out tame enough. I found a bottle of Baileys Irish Creme in the liquor cabinet and suggested passing Go would mean chugging a shot."

I giggled. "Good idea, get everybody buzzed... kind of like we are now."

Debbie gave me a knowing smile. "After passing Go a few times, I was definitely ready for some action. Jimmy was the first to land in Jail, so I suggested he could only get out by shedding an article of clothing."

"Bet he jumped on that," I said, inching closer to my sister. "What guy wouldn't want to play strip Monopoly with you?"

"Actually, he was a little reluctant. I think he was having second thoughts about... you know... sharing me with his buddies."

"Sharing?" Blake asked, with unmistakable curiosity.

Debbie squeezed Blake's thigh. "Yeah, Jimmy and I had been friends with benefits for a few months... and I figured his buddies probably knew about it. So, fucking his friends didn't seem like that big a deal... at least to me."

Blake nearly choked on his beer.

"Jeez, Sis," I said, "you get right to the point. So, what'd Jimmy do?"

"His buddies ragged on him until he finally peeled off his shirt and we got back to the game. I was holding my own until a string of bad luck left me standing stark naked in front of three horny guys."

Blake draped his arms over Debbie's shoulders and ran his fingers through my long hair. "Bet they enjoyed that view."

"No shit," Debbie said, tracing her fingertips along both our thighs. "I don't suppose you guys have any board games?"

I should have been shocked... but the beer was clouding my natural inhibitions... not to mention her tale was turning me on. I glanced at Blake and saw the desire in his eyes. "We have Twister."

"Sweet," Debbie said, "we used to play that when we were kids."

Blake smiled. "Great... then you know the rules."

I laughed. "I can only imagine how Debbie would play that game now."

Debbie slid her hands higher up the inside of our thighs until her fingers grazed our crotches. "I like the sound of that... strip Twister."

Blake stared at me like a deer caught in the headlights.

I gave him a suggestive wink, then reached under Debbie's crop top and gave her naked breast a gentle squeeze. Her nipple was hard, and I rolled it between my fingers. Blake eagerly followed my lead and together, we had Debbie moaning with desire. "Maybe we should just skip the board game..."

"Wait," Debbie said, shoving our hands away. "Before you get me too wound up, don't you want to know how the video ends?"

"Okay," Blake said, glancing down at the bulge in his crotch, "but make it quick... I can't take this much longer."

Debbie giggled as she undid Blake's belt buckle and opened his fly. His hard cock poked out from the waistband of his boxers. "Better?" she asked, tracing his hard cock with her fingertips

"Oh yeah," Blake said, easing his pants down to take the pressure off his cock.

I couldn't resist unbuttoning Debbie's shorts and tugging them down. Blake's eyes opened wide as he realized she'd gone commando.

"Okay," Debbie said, fumbling with the snap on my shorts. "I better get to the good stuff while I still can."

Eager to join in, I finished the job she started and rolled my shorts and panties all the way off. I opened my legs and let Debbie explore my hairy crotch with her fingers.

With one hand rubbing Blake's cock, and the other exploring my pussy, she got back to her story. "Well... after landing on one of Jimmy's hotel properties, I didn't have enough money to make the rent."

I lifted her crop top over her head and caressed her breasts. "I'm guessing you came up with a creative way to pay your rent."

"Ahhh," Debbie cooed, "that feels so-o-o-o good. It was actually Jimmy that suggested a blow job might cover the rent."

"Sweet," I said, moving my hand down to Debbie's crotch, only to find out that Blake had beaten me to it.

Debbie moaned softly as we took turns fingering her wet pussy.

"Did you?" Blake asked.

"Yeah," Debbie said, "but not for the lousy rent. I auctioned it off to the highest bidder... so I ended up with money to spare."

"Who got the blow job?"

"Seth... but he was no match for my hungry mouth. I popped him in less than a minute. He even tipped an extra $500 to watch me swallow."

"Fuck, Debbie," Blake said, "sounds like money well spent... I mean, Monopoly money well spent."

Debbie giggled and pushed Blake up to his feet. She tugged his boxers down until his hard cock sprung free, just inches from her gaping mouth. "Mmmm, nice... and big," she said, gripping his cock with both hands, "just the way I like it."

I nudged Debbie forward, leaving no doubt that I wanted to watch her suck my husband's cock.
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