Something caught her eye. A bit of string. She realized that the corners of Kendal's bikini were held together with drawstrings. She thought for a moment about what she was going to do. She had two conflicting feelings. She knew what her body wanted. Her mouth was watering, her p***y was tingling, and her asshole was trying to gape open to accept the tight little package into her body. On the other hand, she was related to this girl. Even with a massive c**k, Kendal was still just a teen girl, just barely a woman. She agonized over her emotions for several minutes, but in the end, she was a slave to her body.
Aynsley took hold of the drawstrings on either side of Kendal's bikini and gently pulled. They untied easily and the material lay only loosely over Kendal's body. Aynsley paused now
