Sister's dog hunger

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"Ohhh, Alec-don't!" Carol gasped, trying to draw out of the circle of his arms.

Her round, full tits heaved and pushed against his chest. Her trim, tight ass was suddenly hot against the fabric of the couch. The tunnel of her pussy squirmed all along its silky length, and she felt it grow fluid and loose and all too ready for his big prick.

His lips gazed the side of her neck and found her cheek. They slid to her mouth, suddenly slack-lipped and breathy with the passion she couldn't deny.

The tip of his tongue traced the outline of her lips and made her shiver again. She moaned with a protest she didn't really feel, and she knew she shouldn't have come up to his apartment.

"Alec, don't!" she gasped. "I didn't come up here for this, really, I didn't!"

He swept back a silky lock of her auburn hair and kissed the soft part of her that he'd exposed. He grinned softly, not believing her.

"It's been two weeks, Carol," he whispered. "I know you, honey. You came up here for this. God, I can already feel the way your sweet pussy is going to shudder and leak around my spurting cock with one come after the other. Come on, honey, let's fuck first and talk later. We both need a good one."

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