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Friends: A Dry Spell

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

and he wrapped her in his arms. Such an intimate, yet carnal embrace. He pulled his head away, and her face came up. They looked into each other's souls. Ross leaned in, and Monica's eyes slowly closed as his lips barely brushed against her own. But before they could kiss, she jerked away, her body stopping. "No, Ross. I can't kiss you. I can't... like this..." Ross chuckled softly. "You can, you can do all that other stuff... but kissing is out?" "Ross, please. I'll do this for you, but I just- I, I can't..." "No, that's okay, Mon. Just, whatever you're okay with," he said tenderly. Monica thought for a moment. "Maybe I should... turn around," she offered. As if dismounting a horse, she swung her leg over the chair arm, but Monica quickly was back in the saddle, facing out the open window. She said softly, "Oh god, I hope no one's watching us." "Just don't think about it," he replied, sliding his dick back under her. His abdomen pressed against her ass. "Yeah, I guess if anyone's looking, they've already had an eyeful," she conceded. Then she looked over her shoulder. "But we really need to finish this soon. This is the last thing Chandler needs to walk in on." They shared a little laugh, imagining how much he would freak out. "So do you think this will make you... you know." "Uh huh, I think it will." " 'K," she acknowledged. Monica turned back and placed both hands close together on the arm of the chair. Her hips resumed their short, slow rocking motion. She felt her clit ... rubbing on the firm ridge of his head. "Omigod," she muttered with a soft moan. Ross ran his hands along her back, caressing her soft skin. He came to her bra. Monica felt his fingers dip into the elastic... a gentle pulling of the cups against her breasts... and then a release of the pressure supporting her chest. It didn't matter that she was already nearly naked, nor that she was using her body right then to try to make Ross cum. No, it was just that simple action, that one thought; her b*****r was undressing her. THAT was the most erotic thing to enter her mind all evening. He slipped the straps off her shoulders and slid them down her slim arms. She looked down at her bra, hanging around her wrists and dr****g over her hands. This was so dirty. This was so erotic. This was so much what she wanted. Ross brought his hands up and cupped his s****r's breasts; something he'd wanted to do ever since he watched her doing it herself, a short while ago. They fit perfectly in his hands and he began caressing them. Tracing their hard areolas and the peaks of her erect nipples. Monica felt her b*****r giving soft squeezes to her breasts, and gentle pinches to her nipples. Her mind shifted between the sensations in her lower and upper body. Monica's fingers dug into the padded chair arm. The sturdy furniture was holding up quite well, despite its unexpected use. Her left foot rested on the floor. Her other knee pressed into the cushion, with her foot hanging off the chair. She felt ...