I claimed her lips, still salty with Daddy’s cum. Indian sex I slid my digits up her rump and found her asshole. I shuddered, needing to feel his cock in me. In the open. I wondered what changed. My hands grabbed her rump as I delved my lips into the brassy-brown curls of her bush. I groaned and sucked with hunger on her clit. Scoot down the line. I whimpered, missing him being in me. Teasing him. I squirmed atop my twin. I stared into the mirror of my face and smiled. I reamed her naughty backdoor and plundered her cunt. I licked and lapped up her cream. We each kissed him on the lips—I savored the roughness of his whiskers—then we scooped up our clothing and darted up to our bedroom.
