Still pumping into him, she took a moment to use her free hand to coat her futa-c**k with oil. Closing her eyes as she rubbed it over her throbbing length, she spared a moment of sympathy for her younger brother, who she had teased unmercifully when he hit puberty and spent too much time in his bedroom with the door locked. Now she understood! The skin was so sensitive, so eager, that it was all she could do to not keep rubbing herself until she came, the consequences be damned.
Somehow she tore her hand away. Looking down, she saw it. High and hard and glistening in the low light. It glowed with a rich, golden sheen, candle-light and her own skin tones turning it deep and burnished. Jumping gently with every heartbeat, it seemed designed for one thing – to give pleasure. She couldn’t wai
