“Are you going to keep fucking my sister or do you want me?” I laughed nervously. “It’s not necessarily that simple,” I started. “She would be so sad.”“She’ll get over it,” Danielle said a little impatiently. I let out a small sigh. “I know,” I said. “How about I try to wean her off?”“How so?” Danielle said, laughing a little now.“We’ll hang as a three less,” I started. “I’ll start to reciprocate the flirting less. She’ll eventually get bored.”Danielle paused for a few seconds but then smiled. “Sounds like an okay plan,” she started. Then she bent over and started kissing me hard, and grinded on my crotch a little more urgently. Our tongues started to wrestle as she grabbed my cock. I was still naked from the night before and Danielle gave her black lace panties a tug to the side. She rubbed the head of my cock against her clit, and started to moan into our kiss. The vibrations picked up and she finally slid my head inside her awaiting opening. “Oh fuck I’ve wanted this” she moaned. I slammed into her as hard as I could and froze in place as a torrent of cum blasted into her deepest reaches. Kaykos mouth opened to form a perfect O as the first hot rope pelted her cervix before filling the miniscule void around the head of my dick. At the same time she clamped down with her muscles and locked my dick in place, sealing any possible exit to the outside. I looked down and watched as the O of her lips quickly changed into a smile as she felt the warmth of my seed fill her up and flow into her body. Oh Ive missed that so much, she hissed as she threw her arms around me and pulled me down on top of her. Me too, I said as I kissed her gently in between breaths. We lay in that same position for almost half an hour while Kayko continued massaging my cock with her pussy. It felt so good to be home and back inside my wife. Those long trips to other parts of the world are a real mother, and I was going to make the most of my down time. When we finally separated Kayko headed.
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