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Friends: A Dry Spell

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

distance from sofa cushion to the thin waistband. As she did this, her middle finger gradually pressed deeper into the crease beneath the cloth. Ross slowed his jacking, not wanting to cum too quickly and end this erotic scene. He watched his s****r's hands travel her lower body. Her stomach fluttered as her breath began to stutter. "Go inside," he said softly. Monica's eyes opened. Her motions momentarily stopped. Ross' hand was cupping his balls, as the other slowly stroked the shaft. Its head was pointing straight up at the ceiling. She caught herself imagining him spurt, and wondering how high it would shoot. She gently shook her head to make the thought go away. She was letting her b*****r masturbate to her, but she knew it was dangerous to reciprocate the desire. "Can you... can you put your hand inside?" he reiterated. "Like... like before?" She simply nodded and closed her eyes again. Monica slipped her hand in the waistband. Slowly it went deeper. She focused on the varying sensations. The softness of her satin panties on the back of her hand. Her palm being rubbed with the gentle coarseness of her pussy hair. Damp soft flesh submitting to her fingertips. Ross watched luster of the fabric changing as Monica's knuckles moved and bulged the cloth. He glanced up at her bra, then her face. His s****r's eyes were closed and her mouth hung slightly open in pleasure. Her fingers were eliciting a soft whimper from her lips. "What a beautiful mouth!" The thought stilled ... his actions. Perfectly formed. Just the right size and shape. He saw her tongue laying inside. He wondered what that tongue and mouth could do with... Just then, his dreaming was startled when Monica moaned deeply, shifting her hips. He looked down and saw that the shape of her middle finger beneath the fabric had temporarily disappeared. It gradually came back into view with her hand's long slow motions. Monica fingerbanged herself like this, rubbing her clit with each stroke. Abruptly, his sexy s****r arched her body, pressing her shoulders into the couch. Her ass lifted off the cushion, and her finger went all the way in, to the last knuckle. She settled back down onto the couch, causing it to come slightly out. But that didn't matter to her. It was deep enough. Ross watched as her hand squirmed around in her panties. "OH!," she moaned softly, "oh yeah... mm!... mm!" Ross began working his dick up and down again. The slick feeling was beginning to go away as the lotion was rubbed into his skin. He watched as the outline of his s****r's hand once again showed her long strokes to both her cunt and clit. Somewhat oblivious to her b*****r's renewed jacking, Monica's left hand slowly glided over her leg and up her stomach. It rested at her breast and undulated as she groped herself. Her fingers slipped behind the fabric, and she pulled the cup down, finally exposing some of her hidden flesh to Ross. Indeed, her nipple was beautiful, dark, and hard. She gently pinched it, and ...