1. Friends: A Dry Spell


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

    uncertain of the boundaries to his requests. Monica paused as her fingers slipped into the loosely tied belt. She silently told herself, "Okay, he already saw me." Then, she pulled and it unweaved. She opened the garment, still unable to make eye contact. However, they both noticed how her hard nipples peaked the material of her bra. Monica knew where she needed to take this, and although her mind said it was wrong, her body clearly approved. Head down, her hands slowly traveled to her face. As she gently held her cheeks, she brought her forearms in, pressing together her bosom and accentuating her cleavage. In the periphery of her vision, she saw Ross take hold of his cock, and begin moving his fist up and down. She closed her eyes and brought her chin up. Taking a deep breath, she moved her hands down her neck and chest to her breasts. She tried thinking every erotic thought she could, to try and get herself in the mood. Monica cupped and fondled her breasts, feeling the texture of the lace and the soft swell of the flesh inside. Ross stared at her hands. He watched as they followed the sexy curvature of her breasts. The hard oval of each nipple slightly discolored the white lace that failed to hide it fully, as it rested in the crook between her thumb and forefinger. As Monica caressed her upper body, Ross' eyes followed up the long locks of black hair that cascaded down her chest. He gazed upon her stunning beauty, amazed that his little s****r could be so seductive ...
    and so desirable. Right then, she was the truest definition of a cocktease. He admired the erotic look that lit up her face. Slowly he stroked his well-greased dick, easily pretending that it was a woman's wetness coating him. Monica felt her arousal beginning to grow. She almost forgot that she was the object of her b*****r's lust. Her fingertips traveled downward. Her abdomen flinched as her fingers brushed across. Up to this time, she had kept her feet on the floor, and her legs together; supposing that it would somehow give her a little modesty. But now, modesty was the last thing in her mind. In one fluid motion, her hand traveled along her thigh as her leg slowly raised up onto the couch. Her little foot pressed into the couch cushions, as her hands glided back up the insides of her thighs. Ross heard an exhaled, almost whispered, moan coming from her parted lips. Ross stared between her legs. The narrow straps of her white panties came over her hips, The waistband went down in a gentle V, to a low point just inches above where he envisioned her pubic hair began. An opaque front panel hid everything, and made him long to see what was within. Her hands slowly rubbed her thighs, running laps from her knees to the edge of her panties. Then her right hand paused at the fabric. It purposefully moved inward and settled over her covered mound. In exact synchronism, one hand made its long oval path along the inside of her left thigh, while the other rubbed up and down the short ...
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