Sisters Tits Stories Novels & Stories

“He won't let me get away with it? I’m his girlfriend. Who are you?” “I’m not making it up! I really am his sister!” “His sister?” She bent down and patted my cheek. “You’re facing total ruin, and you’re still lying through your teeth. Damien told me himself that his sister is currently studying abroad. She goes to an Ivy League school and plays the piano and cello. Look at you. You don’t look like you’re a Fischer.” The two men took a step closer to me. With my back pressed flat against the wall, my fingernails dug desperately into the wooden grain of the cabinet door.

“Screw my tits. Force-feed your cock to my meaty tits. I pounded Brooke’s tits like a madman. My hips slapped the bottom of her tits and made a huge racket. “Oh God, Jonny, fuck them fast and hard. Pound me between my tits. Fuck them. Screw my huge tits. Pound my double-Ds with your hard boner.” As I pounded her sweat and spit soaked tits, she erupted in a massive orgasm, causing her body to shake with pleasure. “That’s it, Baby. You little tit-fucking slut, you’re cumming by getting a nice hard cock between your big tits. That’s it; take my hard cock between your fleshy tits. I bet all the guys want to fuck your tits, don’t they.”

She whimpered loudly as inch after inch slid inside her. “Ahh! It’s so big, Daddy,” Clara moaned. “You’re stretching me so much.” Vincent's hands moved to her full breasts. He squeezed them and leaned close to roll in tongue on her nipples. Clara moved her hips, bouncing up and down on his thick cock. Each downward thrust made her breasts jiggle beautifully. Sara watched with lust-filled eyes. She leaned in and kissed her sister passionately. Their tongues dancing as Clara rode their stepfather. Sara’s hand slipped between Clara’s legs, rubbing her swollen clit in fast circles.

Just two eyeholes staring back at me like empty sockets. I had thought they were done following me. "You're braver than your sister," they said, the distorted voice crackling through what sounded like a voice changer. "She cried. Begged, even. It was pathetic, really." The words hit me like a physical blow. Your sister. She cried. She begged. This person had been there. This person had seen Alice die. This person might have been the one who held her under. "Who are you?" I demanded, stepping forward.

“Well, little brothers? Why are you such hound-doggin’ bastards?” Elena pressed her fingertips to her mouth to hide her smile. “Us?” Titus laughed. “Says Mr. Sold a Threesome Story, Mr. Nailed Molly Peters Before She Got Famous, and Mr. Secret Sex Tape.” I hit him with a sharp gaze as Elena chewed the inside of her lip. “All in the past, Titus. Way in the damn past. And two of those things weren’t even my fault.” “You sold a threesome story?” Elena asked softly.

“But sisters do moan like desperate little sluts in heat, begging their big brother to fuck them harder. Sisters spread their legs wide open and cry for their brother’s thick cock to stretch their tight pussy until they’re sobbing with pleasure.” Her face flushed deep red. Her pulse quickened under my fingers as I slowly fastened each button, trapping her in my scent. “Sisters don’t just let their brother take their first time,” I continued, voice dropping lower, “they don't beg for it. They don't claw at his back, wrap their shaky legs around his waist, and scream his name while he ruins them. Sisters don’t just take their brother’s cock, they don't squirm and whimper like needy whores, mil

he said, “I came here with WinterCrown - my brother Titan is the new Alpha” “James and Titan are two very different names,” she mused, “Very different expectations. When you’re the second born, after the first son of the Alpha, there’s a lot less fanfare regarding everything, including your name.” Cassie nodded, “I suppose that’s inevitable in a lot of packs. I myself don’t really have that problem, my sisters and I are triplets and we have no other siblings. No brothers to carry on the family line, just a bunch of grabby, power-hungry men in our pack, hoping to be mated to one of us and take over from our father.” “Those are rather foolish goals,” chuckled James, “Though not nearly as infam

“You know I'm going to have to tell my sisters about this. He pushed me. - What? “They were sharing all those stories about their sexual adventures, at the plane, on the beach, doing Kama Sutra, and I was completely out of it. “I know you and your sisters are competitive, but hold on, about your sex life. also? “It's not about us being competitive, but we get really excited to be with guys. hot like you... He snorted. “You're competitive. "Okay, but so what am I?" You compare very well with their boyfriends, "Okay, but so what am I?" You compare very well with their boyfriends,

, I pouted, putting two fingers in my mouth, withdrew them with saliva, rubbing it over the tip of his cock. "This i's not right, I'm married to your mum. And you're just like my daughter". I put my finger on my lip to silent him. "Do you want to see my tits?". Gosh, I sounded like a slut, and I loved it. I had Frank under my control and I was going to make him worship my body. Without hesitating, I took the nightie off, exposing my touted tits as I started playing with them. "We could do it just this once. I won't tell Mom anything".

“But I could feel them. It was supposed to be a simple dance, and I am a darn good dancer. A dance to get their cocks hard, but it wasn’t enough for them. A hand found my waist; one of the men pulled me toward him with a force that tore my panties loose. The other man grabbed my tits. His palms were rough, Father. My breath hitched, and I just… I let him.” “Stop,” I croaked. It was a pathetic plea. “I let them fondle me in that room, their hands caressing every inch of my body. Even parts I didn’t think they would touch,” she breathed, the sound of her lips moving almost audible through the screen. “One of the men had slipped a finger into my asshole. At the end of it, I was crying out in pl