Adele just sat there, her eyes alternating between the bobbing head and Ross, who took another step closer to her. As a mortified Adele stepped back pushing the fake cock under her dress, Susie turned and sat down, her tits fully exposed with nipples the size of small marbles poking out of rosy red areola, she made no attempt to close her splayed legs. , who the fuck does he think he is he anyway to tell me when I can and cannot touch my own fucking body, fucking arsehole. Ross held two fingers out just in front of Susie’s mouth. She staggered backwards and just stared at the screen. ===============================
“You were a long time , where’s Adele?”
“She is just coming, here, suck this”. On the first gentle applied pressure she recognised what was happening, her mind screamed “NOOOooo”. Time was meaningless as Ross peered through the chink in the curtain, he kept on postponing rising from his crouched position outside the lounge window, scared that he might miss the next step of his sisters seduction.
