But suddenly, her eyes snapped open. She seemed to be focusing on the c**k that she was sucking. When my next gush of c*m fired from the tip, instead of spitting it out, my sister clamped her lips down, hard. She was still moving her head, but not as much. She let go of my hip with one hand and wrapped her fingers around the exposed part of my shaft, stroking me while I continued streaming geysers of c*m into her wanting mouth. Over and over. I lost track of how many times I spewed. But she had stopped spitting it out. She must have mistaken it for water the first few times. Maybe I should have given her some warning before it started. But I didn't even have any warning myself.
My sister sucked and sucked while my hot cream filled her pretty little mouth. Until finally, I was done shootin
