Page 55 of Sweet Twins For My Brother's Best Friend

She moans as my lips brush against her skin. I kiss every freckle on her chest, wanting to kiss her nipples the same way. I lift her shirt and kiss her tight, pale stomach.

“Stay,” I murmur, lifting her to pull her shirt off.

I pull the cups of her bra off her breasts, exposing her small pink nipples to me. I take one nipple in my mouth and lick it in circles, feeling it harden around my tongue.

“Stay and let me take you. Let me take you and take you and take you until you can’t think straight. Please.”

She cradles my head in her hands, wrapping my dark curls in her fingers, moans escaping slowly like steam from a pot.

“Does that feel good?” I whisper, watching her eyes as I suckle on her nipple. I watch her eyes widen, the green saucers growing with the pleasure, her pupils dilating.

“Mmmhm,” she whispers back, unable to form words.

I move my mouth to her other breast and suck on that nipple instead. I use my fingers on one nipple, flicking it and pinching it lightly until she arches her back into it, while I suckle the other, overcome by lust.

I look up and see her eyes glaze over as she’s thoroughly lost to pleasure.

“Oh, Chris, that feels so good. Never stop.”

“If I never stop, I can’t do other things to you,” I tell her, working a hand up her skirt. I rub the outside of the crotch of her underwear. She’s already soaked through the fabric of it. “Don’t you want me to do other things to you?”

“Yes, please. Oh, yes.”

“So you want me to stop sucking your nipple?” I ask, my mouth still around it, my tongue still swirling. I use my fingers to play against her slit, pushing the underwear between her flaps.

“No,” she breathes. “I want you to do it all.”

I chuckle a little, the honesty of it. I wish I had four hands and two tongues, so I could do everythingng to her all at once. I wantto see her twist in the agony of pleasure. I want her to feel so much that she can’t think, can only be.

“Oh, I want that, too,” I tell her, rubbing her swollen clit through her underwear.

She bucks at my touch. Her hips lift and lower as she forces my finger harder against her clitoris. “Please,” she mumbles.

I lift my head off her nipple and look at her face to see that her eyes are rolled back, her head tipped back, her mouth open. She breathes heavily, her chest flushed pink. “Did you say please?” I ask her.

“Yes, please, please, please.” Her voice is quiet, tight, begging.

I remove my hands from her skirt and lift up to hold her face in my hands and kiss her on her open mouth.

“That’s a good girl,” I murmur and slide both my hands back up her skirt to slide her out of her underwear.

She shrieks with excitement, kicking her legs, and I laugh as I pull her them all the way down and off her feet, throwing them to the side.

I push her skirt up and lap at her slit gently, tasting all the juice that soaked through her underwear.

“How about that? Does that feel good?” I ask her, rubbing my lips across her clit.

She doesn’t answer, completely wrapped up in it, her legs flapping open.

I suck on her clit gently, the tip of my tongue lapping at it. My lips circle her clit and my fingers massage her labia. I plunge my tongue inside of her, searching her vagina for the part that makes her squirm.

My face is pressed against her, her juices rubbing off onto my cheeks and beard, chafing me.

She pushes her hips into me then wraps her hands in my hair, pressing my face deeper against her. She grinds against my mouth, taking full advantage of me, and I let her, smiling greedily, holding her ass cheeks in my hands so that I can pull her into me. I throw her legs over my shoulders and lick my tongue down her slit all the way down her crack. She squirms, unsure of it, and I pull away as I realize she isn’t ready yet for something so adventurous.

“Chris,” she whispers.

“Mhm?” I ask, my mouth sopping wet and still going, my jaw stiff.

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