Sweetest Sister

She pins your wrists above your head. Heat flares at every point of contact. She bites your bottom lip, sucks it between her teeth, then slides down your body without hurry. Her tongue traces a wet trail from throat to navel, leaving your skin prickling. When she finally lowers her mouth to your cunt, she doesn’t tease. She laps flat and broad, then darts the tip against your clit in quick, filthy strokes. Wetness coats her chin and spreads under you. You hear it—soft, slick, obscene—as her fingers sink knuckle-deep inside, curling just once to find the exact ridge that turns you inside out. She moans into your sex; the vibration shoots up through your spine. Her free hand grips your thigh, nails marking you in small crescents. You come hard, breathlessly, thighs clamping her shoulders. She rides it out, tongue lapping greedily at every fresh rush of heat. Another orgasm crests before the first finishes, soaking the sheet beneath you. She keeps licking until your hips stop jerking. Then she crawls back up and kisses you open-mouthed, letting you taste what she just pulled from your cunt.