Hardcore Interracial Gangbang

Maybe we should draw the line here and just, you know, please each other without actually, well, doing it.” It seemed a fairly rhetorical question to me, glancing down at our naked bodies, my leg cast over my brother’s with my vaginal juices moistening his thigh, his rigid cock pressing against my side. Why we needed the privacy of a closed door I have no idea, but somehow it seemed perfect. I could probably bore you with my hundredth account of our kisses, caresses, fondling, but I won’t. That night was another night of firsts for us. “No, I mean I’m totally naked and you’re not,” as he broke into a broad smile, catching me with my own third base joke. Yes, I know; most accounts end in joint showers, more, wet sex. I joked that Brittany hadn’t let him, a talented baseball player, get to second base.