"I was pretty out of it," she admits, pushing her n****e closer to his mouth. "I remember how blissful it felt at the end; like fireworks were going off deep inside of me, shooting pleasure rockets all through my body." Her p***y is starting to send arousal signals to her now as she rocks her t**s against her brother's face.
"Yeah," Paul agrees, "that pretty much sums it up." His lips brush her sensitive n****e as he speaks. "I'm so sorry," he says trying to move away from her.
"Don't," she says, pulling his face back to her t**s. "We're already cursed, right?" she laughs.
"What do you mean?" he asks, wondering what she could be thinking.
"I mean, we're cursed whether we did it once or more than once, right?" she asks, her p***y anxiously wanting that blissful feeling again. She's open
