Betsy let her lips drift lower, like marking a trail so she could find her way back later. My ears and my neck. Down the center of my chest. As her mouth got closer to my d**k, it became pretty clear what she had in mind. And this, well, it was way better than a mudpie (better than being sent down a hill on a rocket skateboard, too).
"Ohhh, Bets," I groaned as my sister's lips made contact with my c**k. It was only a kiss, but already I was aching for more.
My sister slowly pecked her way around my pole. She dabbed her tongue against my shaft.
"That's nice," she said, smacking her lips, "My girlfriends said it was gross, but I kinda like it. Very man-y."
"You should give it a really good taste to be sure," I said. Again, I didn't know what part of my brain was sending out these stupid
