An image of Molly, of course, popped into my head, but I was too desperate to finally c*m to care. The feeling of her n****e on my tongue filled my mind as I began to stroke myself. Once. Twice. After how much and for how long I'd been worked up for since getting home, the pleasure was almost overwhelming. Had I ever been this horny before in my life? I doubted it.
My hand was pounding my c**k as my sister's n****e faded away to be replaced by her wet p***y. I was back on my knees between her spread legs, but this time, in my fantasy, I leaned in and tasted her. It pushed me over the edge, my orgasm crashing down on me as I shot blast after blast of c*m onto the wall of the shower. It was so intense that my legs nearly bucked, but I managed to remain standing--barely. Gasping for breath,
