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Friends: A Dry Spell

Date: 4/12/2016, Categories: Celebrities, Masturbation, Taboo, Author: dudeman_85, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

be so provocative. He almost wanted to congratulate Chandler on his excellent choice of a wife. But clearly, Ross knew that this evening would have to stay between him and his surprisingly willing s****r. Monica's eyes opened as she felt a hand gently take her chin, and the cock was pulled from her mouth. "What? What is it?" she asked. Her hand paused as she sat up slightly. "Am I doing it wro-" "No, no," he reassured her with a smile. "Believe me. You're doing it right. Oh god, you're doing it right... I, I just had an idea. Something else I'd... I'd like to do." To answer her questioning look, Ross walked around the couch and picked up Monica's bathrobe. He d****d it over the wide arm of the big chair, and took her by the hand to lead her over. He sat Monica down, to straddle the arm. Ross looked up and down her open, inviting legs. The bare balls of her feet rested on the rug in front of her, giving a perfect curve to her flexed calves. His mostly naked s****r watched him, still uncertain of his plan. Ross stripped off his shirt, and moved toward Monica. He put his hands around her waist and squatted slightly to line up his dick between her thighs. "Wait! No, Ross. We can't," she protested, placing a small hand on his chest. He paused, then gave a gentle laugh. "Oh, um, no Mon, I wasn't trying to, like, have sex with you. I just... um, wanted you to, you know... rub... on my... y'know... with your..." She knew. "Oh," she said, somewhat relieved. "I guess, I guess that ... would be okay. Um... I guess I could do... that." Even though they were having almost every form of foreplay known to man, it never struck them that they were laughably uncomfortable talking about it. Monica put both hands on his chest, scooted back, and raised up slightly off the broad chair arm. Ross slipped his long hard cock underneath her, feeling her wetness as his member skimmed against her pussy. His knee pushed into the chair seat and he lowered his weight down onto the very end of arm. Monica settled in, her lace bra grazing his torso. One nipple still exposed and barely touching him. They sat there, closer than they'd ever been before. Closer than any b*****r and s****r ought to be. She began rocking her body, rubbing herself along the length of his shaft. His pubic hair tickled her clit each time her hips pivoted forward. Little twinges of pleasure signaled in her frame. "Like this?" she asked softly, her gaze riveted on his neck. "Oh, Monica, like that," he assured her, still grasping her tiny waist. Soft wet pussy lips kissed his penis. A hard fleshy rod throbbed against her cunt. Ross stared at his little s****r. She seemed almost unaware that her fingertips were playing in the hair on his chest; gently caressing his muscles. Her rocking continued, and those soft short moans began emanating from her again. He rested his chin on the top of her head and closed his eyes. His baby s****r was doing things for him that he'd never done with anyone else. His hands came up ...