Maybe I could imagine that it was Maya with a strapon, not George. But no. Indian sex Finally, it had arrived – another love potion. My own fucking brother! He held his fingers, wet with my pussy juices, up in the air, and then pushed them into my mouth. She looked back over her shoulder, caught me looking, and giggled. “Umm, I’m going to go sleep on the sofa. I guess the potion hadn’t kicked in yet! He clearly wasn’t going to stop, and I’d lost everyone else I cared about. He stopped kissing my tits and started kissing down my body, kissing down my stomach, before arriving at my pussy. The lips against mine were too rough. I reached down and kissed him gently, waking him up, then sat down on his cock, feeling every inch of it deep inside me. My brother’s cum. Finally, I heard the words I know had been coming: “Oh fuck sis, I’m gonna cum!”
I made one last effort to pull myself
