Renae Cruz

She switched off the main lamp and the night lamp gave a dim light. She lay down on the bed and closed her eyes. Sleep wouldn't come and her thoughts kept returning to the exciting acts of the previous night. Slowly, her mind gave in to the pleasure of those thoughts. Smita wanted badly to take the events of last night further on...not the whole way but at least a part Deep throat of it. How to do it without waking up her brother was the big question. She knew that neither of them can indulge in those things while looking at the blowjob other in a conscious state...not the first time, anyway. Fantasies can happen only in dreams! Suddenly the answer came to her. What if everything happened in a dream that was not really a dream? Suppose, the room was totally dark and they can't see each other. If, she feigns sleep and does things, her brother might respond. As they can't see each other in dark, it can be rationalized that things had happened while they were asleep. The more she thought about it, the gagging more she was convinced. So, quickly she made her preparations. She removed the top three hooks of her nightie so that her breasts could be easily bared. She made sure that she was quite familiar with the exact location of the cradle and switchboard so that she could access them in darkness, when required. She waited. After a while, Sekhar turned in sleep on his side and faced her. Smita got off the bed, quietly walked to the switchboard, switched off the night lamp and tiptoed carefully back to the bed. Once there, she laid side on, on her right and facing Sekhar. She quietly pulled out her bouncy boobs from the open nightie. It was very dark in the room. Slowly, her hands moved a little until they found his right hand. She then moved herself in such a way that her bare boobs were just a few millimeters from his right hand, withdrew her own hands and waited with bated breath. She didn't have to wait for long. Sekhar's fingers touched, fleetingly her shapely, inviting and bouncing right breast. Smita kept absolutely still, her eyes closed. She felt his three fingers resting on her boob for a few teen seconds. Then they gently Hardcore pressed it, as if testing. Finding no resistance, his palm cupped her heavenly boob. Instantaneously, Smita's nipples hardened. Sekhar's palm continued with the gentle squeeze of her breast and her hard nipple poked against his palm erotically. Smita found it increasingly difficult to fake a sound sleep as her breathing quickened. Before she realized it, both his hands possessed both tattoo her boobs and fondled them. “Mr. Robert,” Missy blurted out. There followed a clanking sound and the hum of motors as Pierre reactivated the mechanism to drive the rod upwards. A moment later, the entire temple lurched and collapsed in tattoo on itself, burying its secrets within. The cold, hard, wood floor did not feel good on my knees. I shuddered, the pleasure rippling through me with my futa-sister's every thrust. I gagging didn’t know how this would work with 3 women and blowjob 2 guys……… I mean we teen all were enjoying some sort of sex at the same time……. A second later another thought hit me: you just fucked her friend! Being around her is quite intoxicating. "Ravish me." She orders. Along with their camping gear were some long, thin wooden roasting sticks. He grunted as the view he had now gained fuelled his thrusts granting them more power than before. Last night?” I lay my head back on the pillow Deep throat and try to remember what happened. Hardcore