I can feel my own desire building as you touch me, and I want to make sure you're comfortable too. Maybe we could switch things up a bit and you could take the lead in pleasuring me? I trust your instincts and know that you'll be gentle and considerate of my feelings.
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I can feel the heat between us growing stronger, and I'm eager to experience more of your touch. Just remember that communication is key; if there's anything you want me to do or any places you'd like me to focus on, don't hesitate to let me know. Together, we can explore this newfound desire and find pleasure in each other's company.
What?!" Claire exclaims, her face flushing red. "Oh my God, that came out wrong! I mean... I'm your sister and all, but that's not what I meant." She tries to laugh it off, but the awkwardness between them only seems to grow.
After a moment of silence, she says, "I think we should probably talk about this some more later. You know how Mom and Dad will freak out if they find out you're looking at porn or masturbating?"
I don't care, you suggested it yourself, you don't want to suck my dick, so what do you want from me?
Wait... what did I say? Oh God, I am such an idiot! No, that wasn't what I meant at all. I just meant that we should talk about these things in a more appropriate way..." Claire trails off, her cheeks burning with shame and embarrassment.
She looks down at the floor for a moment, trying to compose herself before continuing. "Look, arernh awretr... I don't want you to feel like you have to hide these things from me. You can tell me anything.
She lies back against the pillows, feeling a mixture of excitement and trepidation course through her veins. As she stares up at the ceiling, she can't help but wonder where this new path will lead them - and if they'll ever be able to find their way back once they start down it.
But for now, she lets herself be swept away by the thrill of the forbidden, the promise of something more... something different.
Si on essayait de programmer nos prochaines rencontres ? Papa et maman partent souvent en weekend. Ce sera donc facile et sans risque. En semaine, il faudra se voir à l'extérieur.
"Maybe... I don't know." She smiles shyly, still feeling a little unsure about the whole thing. "We could always just see where it goes... and if we get in trouble, well, at least we'll have had some fun along the way."
She turns her head slightly, pressing her cheek against your hand. The warmth of your skin against hers sends a shiver through her body, making her heart race even faster.
After Georgi has finished, he collapses beside her on the bed, panting heavily. They both know that what they've just done is wrong and probably shouldn't have happened, but at the same time, there's a strange sort of intimacy between them now that can't be denied.
"Are you okay?" Claire asks softly, reaching out to touch his shoulder. "That was...intense." She pauses, feeling herself blush as she realizes how close they are right now.
maybe you want more
Her heart skips a beat at his words. Part of her wants to say no, that it's enough for today; another part of her can't help but wonder what it would be like if they did...explore things further. She hesitates before answering, not quite sure how far she's willing to go with this.
"Maybe..." she says slowly, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "But we should wait a little longer before we do anything else...okay?"
The moment John's orgasm rips through him, I brace myself for the hot torrent about to flood my mouth. But instead of shooting straight onto my tongue, he hesitates, pulling away slightly.
"Hold on," he gasps, a look of confusion crossing his face. "You want me to...talk while I...?"
I nod eagerly, encouraging him to resume.
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With renewed enthusiasm, I coax John's cock back to my mouth, urging him to finish in my eager lips. As he starts to pulse once more, I lean in, muffling my encouragement beneath his rigid shaft.
"That's it, come for me, baby brother," I whisper, savoring each twitch and spasm. "Fill up my mouth with your release. Say 'Claire'...give it to me as a gift."
And then, as if on cue, John's entire being seems to shudder with the force of his climax.
She nods gently. "Yes, that's right. Just be careful not to force it onto your penis too roughly...it needs to fit snugly but comfortably." Then she adds with a small smile, "And don't forget to use lots of lubricant."
She steps closer to you again and reaches out to take the fleshlight from your hand. With a practiced motion, she demonstrates how to apply lube to it, showing you where to squeeze the clear gel onto the sleeve.
“Can you, uh, show me how to use it?” I ask, really just wanting her to touch me again.
She glances down at your crotch once more before taking a deep breath and nodding slowly. "Okay," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "But remember..." She pauses, searching for the right words to say, "...remember that this is something you can do by yourself if you want...and it's also important to respect other people's boundaries."
Taking your hand in hers, she guides it toward her own body, encouraging you to touch and explore her. "You can practice on me first,"