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Friends: A Dry Spell

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

in his cheap thrill. Noticing her knowing smile, he realized he'd been busted. "Sorry," he said guiltily as he let go of her and walked around the couch. Strands of long hair had fallen haphazardly across her forehead and face. He lovingly brushed them away as she looked up at him with longing. Then her eyes fixed on his cock, waiting for her b*****r to start. Ross reached down and grabbed onto his member. He slowly stroked it, eye-level with Monica and pointing straight at her. He imagined it shooting right then, firing his white jizz all over her beautiful face. Ross dared to hope that his s****r might let him do that; that she might have had that in mind when she asked him to masturbate for her. Monica watched the skin flex and stretch under his handling. Her own hand continued its work, causing her to make little peeps of pleasure. She licked her lips, quite absentmindedly, as she watched Ross jacking off in front of her. Then, saying nothing, Monica reached out and took hold of Ross' cock, pushing his hand out of the way. He stood there, arms at his side, as his hot little s****r began to stroke him. She felt its firmness in her hand and the softness of his skin. She kept a somewhat loose grip, preferring at first to simply caress, rather than jack him. Monica glanced up at him. "You don't, um... mind... do you?" she asked, quietly. He cleared his throat and replied, in that low desperate voice that attempted to hide his desire. "Whatever...uh, you want." Her grip ... tightened around her b*****r's dick. The skin began to move up and down, under her hand's control. Monica spoke to Ross, though the way she stared at the motions in her hand, it almost seemed as if she was addressing his cock. "Does that... feel good?" Monica had given handjobs to many men before. Of course, there was Chandler, and her earlier boyfriends; and even a stranger in a bar once when she'd had too much to drink. She had learned what guys generally liked. But for some reason, Monica felt almost... virginal... and she wanted to make sure that she really was pleasing Ross. "Uh hum," he responded, in a bit of a daze. Monica started to stroke him faster and harder. She watched his balls move forward and back with as she masturbated him. It felt good to have a cock in her hand. It always had. But for over a year, the only cock had been just Chandler's. She hadn't realized how her hand had been craving something new. All this felt unbelievably erotic, that the cock in her hand wasn't Chandler's; and yet, it was strangely soothing, that it was her big b*****r's. By this time, she had stopped fingering herself; her attention solely focused on jacking off Ross. Her free hand made its way up from her pussy and cupped his balls. She gently squeezed them as she stroked the hard shaft. He felt the dampness on her fingers as she rubbed him. "Oh, Monica," her b*****r moaned. "Come closer," she directed, softly. Ross was nearly pulled by his dick toward her. Monica's hand left his balls ...