My hands know how to make guys happy. Anal sex She didn’t just suck a cock, she worshipped it. Her voice breathy, almost panting, but still strong. My hands were built for cock. But I still felt outrageously, /stupidly/ jealous, and so one night I sneaked into the back of Dad’s car, and went along with them during a date. Admittedly I didn’t have anything to compare it to, but sheer passion alone must have put her ahead of the field. As my stamina grew, our nightly sessions were getting longer, and on nights when she was going out with Brad, I wasn’t getting to sleep until 1am. “Anne.”
Brad’s voice was…it wasn’t like I’d ever heard him talk before. I couldn’t clearly see from that angle, but I worked out later that she wasn’t wearing a shirt or a blouse, just that sweater, and a black bra underneath. Had I insisted, or threatened to cut her off, she almost certainly would have done what I said. Suck my tits. Watching my sister moan and touch herself is pretty sexy in itself, but on top of that, I had to agree
