When the orgasm had barely subsided, Cindy struggled up and over Candy’s body until their legs became two criss-crossed branches with their cunts at the apex. The resemblance was amazing. Milf sex “I just want to come,” he said. It wasn’t momentary. He was a blond-haired boy of about thirteen or fourteen that looked and sounded exactly like his father. Candy had been loved and eaten by many women but no woman could turn her on or satisfy her like her sister. Suddenly Cindy’s eyes sprang open. The girl’s nails lightly flicked across the tender outer skin, barely disturbing the thin, curling hairs, tickling them just enough to cause jolts of passion to erupt in Candy’s gaping, soaking pussy. “You see anybody in this place? “You’re very beautiful,” he said. “‘Father’ would be ridiculous and ‘Count’ would be just too formal.”
He rose from the chair, turned and both girls gasped. When the orgasm had barely subsided, Cindy struggled up and over Candy’s body until their legs became two criss-crossed branches with their cunts at the apex.
