George kissed the back of her neck, patted her right butt cheek, and left the room, leaving her to the device. tube8 Maggie held on as George pumped at her, plied and lay waste her bum’s prim obstinacy, and she laid her head between her grip of the couch back and squeaked and whimpered in time to her brother’s relentless abuse of her bottom. He stayed happily trapped under her while her bejeweled right fist pumped him and as he outgrew her hand, but his discharge still just a pubescent sploog, a dribble she’d smear back down his dick and then go wash her hands of before she’d crawl under the covers with him so they could both sleep. He wiped his tongue once, wet and thick, up the front of her face. Relieved of his lust’s frenzy, George could savor his idling ride of Maggie hugged over the corner of the couch back and her
