Kendra Sunderland Dominates Three Massive Bbcs In Intense Scene

I gasped—loudly. My older brother wrestled, and I observed him over the years as it cemented his confidence. My body was literally buzzing, my ears ringing, every nerve on fire, and I knew that nothing would ever be the same again. I didn’t dare to turn around and look, and my erection problem had not gotten better. I was hyper-aware of every inch of his hands as they pressed against my body, the heat of his skin, the rough texture of his palms, the skilled pressuring of his fingers. I tried to focus on my own chest, scrubbing at it like it might somehow transform into something worthy of comparison. And then there was his low hanging dick, bigger than any I had seen in person. I could barely think, let alone respond. Bodies are weird. “So if you wanna level up quick,” he said casually, like we hadn’t just shared the weirdest shower moment of my life, “you gotta work on grip control.