1. Friends: A Dry Spell


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

    Ross' leg rubbing against her ankle as her body moved. His stomach against her back. His hands on her breasts. "Damn, Ross would be such a good lover," she allowed her mind to admit. Her hips continued their work, moving back and forth. Ross reveled in the sensation as Monica's pussy lips rubbed up and down his shaft. The robe beneath where their genitals met had turned a deeper shade of pink, as Monica's body responded to her activity. Soon, she was practically drenching his dick with her arousal. "Ohhh Monica, that's it," he groaned. "Can you... can you cum?" she asked, panting, as her labor of love went on. Monica herself wanted to cum and she knew she could cum. Hell, if this was going to get Ross off, there was no reason she shouldn't get herself off, too. "Oh, totally," he replied, with his hands roaming her body. "Just don't stop... oh, don't stop, Mon." There was no way, by that time, that she would stop. Her body moved with a workout more satisfying and more enticing than anything she'd done at the gym. She focused on the hard dick underneath her. The occasional flinches of that cock. The warmth and pressure against and just inside her pussy lips. The feeling of the head now grinding against her clit. "Uhhh," she moaned, closing her eyes. "Oh god... oh... oh..." Her long hair had fallen across her face, though she neither noticed nor cared. A chill shot down her back as she felt fingertips brush the left side of her neck, pulling her locks over her shoulder. The ...
    gentle caresses on her cheek and neck raised goosebumps. Her b*****r's soft touches were in stark contrast to her own rapid, impassioned motions. "Oh yeah... mmm... like that... just like that," he encouraged his s****r as he kissed along her neck. "Uhn... uhn... uhn... mm... oh god... oh god... mm..." she uttered, her crescendo approaching. His hot exhale on her neck and shoulder gave an added aspect of eroticism for her to focus on. Monica felt Ross' body begin to tense. His stomach undulated against her back as he took deep rapid breaths. "Keep going... keep going..." he said through clenched teeth. She ground herself against him, moving her hips as rapidly as she could. Monica wanted her own orgasm, and hastened to bring it on. She directed her thoughts to the wonderful titillation of her clit polishing his head; the way his ridge slipped back forward and back across her sensitive flesh. "Almost there...." he grunted. "Ross, please, not yet... please... let me cum too," came her breathless pleading. But groping his s****r's body, feeling her cock-dance, and hearing her beg to cum; all were more than he could resist. Ross groaned as he fired between her legs. "NOOOOOooooo," she cried out, momentarily feeling deprived of her climax. Concentrating only on the sensations in his body, Ross threaded his arms under hers, and pulled her back against himself. His fingers wrapped up and over and pressed into her shoulders, holding her in place. Monica felt his cock throb with ...
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