The last button was undone, and Oliver's pecs and abs were now in full view for his big sister to covet. His shirt hung on him just like Ellie's robe; only she was still hiding her abundant assets behind her tiny bikini top. She placed her hands on his bare muscles and leaned in to suck on his collarbone, loving his masculine odor. Delicate, sensual sucks led her south to his n*****s. She played with them, gently pinching one while swirling her tongue at the other, licking what little hair he had there. Eventually, she took his n****e in her mouth and went to town.
Sitting on his bed with his arms locked behind him to support his weight, Oliver sighed deeply as he luxuriated in his sister's unholy n****e treatment. He was as hard as an English oak by the time she was unbuttoning his pants
