Chapter 94

“Hnnng!!”

“Hnn!!! Aaahhn!!! Aannn!!!”

“Hump!!! Hyunph!!!!”

When I forced my dick to the depths of Martha's small pussy, she let out a loud moan. No, she wasn't taught how to moan by me.

"Sister Sandra," I called Sandra, who was torturing Rayla, who was mumbling "No, no," while enjoying the tongue of her elder daughter.

“What, haann~?” When Sandra stopped eating out, she let out an erotic moan and asked.

“Can you come here and do something for me?” I questioned as I continued to pound Martha, who felt like a little stick in my arms and trembled in response to every thrust I made.

“Sure,” Sandra uttered the word and approached me; however, she halted and gazed at Martha, who was relishing the deep pounding of her elder brother.

“Wh-what?” I asked, seeing the lost expression on Sandra’s face.

“Hun? Ah, nothing. I was thinking that Martha is really enjoying herself.” Sandra answered, and even though her answer wasn't out of the ordinary, the intent behind the way she said it was anything but that.

She was craving it. My dick. She desired to once more experience my cock inside of her again.

“Do you want me to fuck you next, Sister?” I asked. And yes, I taught her that word too. Let's not question everything I taught them.

“Ye-Yes,” Sandra replied shyly, but she was shy for a very different reason.

“I know it’s Martha’s turn, but my pussy just can’t help but tremble at the sight of your dick,” Sandra answered, her voice trembling a little. She wasn't as horny as Martha, but she had some of the same horny traits of her own.

“Don’t wor-worry.” When Martha tightened her pussy as though she thought I was going to stop pounding her and go to Sandra for another round, I took a deep breath, and I pounded her even harder to make her tiny mind stop concentrating on our conversation.

Thawp!

Thawp!

Thawp!

Thawp!

Martha could only moan because she was being pounded so hard. It was loud enough to drown out our conversation, but Sandra could still hear me say, "If you want me to finish faster, you have to make Martha feel better."

“More than she’s feeling already?” Sandra couldn’t help but ask. I guess the expression on Martha’s face relayed her happiness. Since this timeline lacked mirrors, I was unable to see, which was a pity, so I had to settle for the tightest sensation on my dick, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

"Ye-Yes.” I laboriously replied. Let’s be honest, I wasn’t exactly chilling here. Just as it is challenging for anyone to run uphill, this was also difficult for me. The addition of unfathomable pleasure that poured down to the depths of my soul was the only difference between the two.

“What should I do?” She asked.

“Get on your knees and locate a small pink bead on Martha’s pussy for me.” I guided while still ravaging Martha, not slowing my speed one bit.

Sandra did exactly as I asked and got no her knees. She didn't say anything for a while after that, but then she finally did: "It's a little hard to do because you're moving around too much."

“Hoo!! Hoo!!” I paused, took deep breaths, and quickly stopped—something that God knew I needed.

“Haaa!!! Huuaafff!!”

Martha seemed to have needed that as well.

“N-now can you locate it?” I asked.

“Let me see,” Sandra said and got closer, quite close actually. In fact, while she was trying to find Martha's magic button, I could feel her breath on the underside of my dick, which was still slightly out of Martha's pussy.

She appeared to have discovered it when she inquired, "There is something similar to that peeking from her pussy, but it is not entirely exposed."

“That’s it.” Martha seemed to have regained her composure as she asked me while I answered Sandra, "Hnn~~ Brother~~~ Why--haan~~--why did you stop?"

“Just a minute, Martha. I’m trying to make sure you feel even better.” I placated Martha. I wasn’t lying either. I would change my name if Martha didn't go crazy at the end of this.

Yeah, like that mattered.

“Hong~ Oka—eeeehhhh!!!!”

With a heavy breath, Martha answered, but before she could finish, she let out a loud, sharp moan in surprise at her older sister's unexpected pinch on her clit.

“Is that it, Jack?” Sandra asked.

“Hng! Ye-Yeah! That is definitely! Fuck! It!” When Martha's clit was stimulated and pressed between Sandra's fingers, her pussy tightened to an unprecedented degree, causing me to repeatedly groan in pleasure.

“What do I do with it now? It looks delicate.” Sandra asked while also relaying her observations.

‘You’re damn right it’s delicate.’

A woman's clit was a perfect illustration of how "small things can accomplish big things."’

"Please put it in your mouth and lick and suck it slowly," I said when I caught my breath again, when Martha had also had a chance to get used to the sudden and strange pleasure. She was still out of it, though.

“Alright.” Sandra replied and leaned in, but before she could, I said, “Wait. I need you to do something else as well.”

“What?” Sandra asked just as she was about to engulf Martha’s clit in her lips, her chin practically rubbing on the underside of my dick.

“Will you please hold Martha’s legs for me? Just push them up slightly so she doesn’t fall.” I asked.

“Like this?” Given her strength, it was easy to keep Martha hanging by her legs in midair when Sandra asked. Although she was being held by her calves, unlike me, who was holding her from beneath her knees.

“Yes,” I responded, released Martha, finished handing her support to Sandra, and moved my hands to her front before heading north until I found what I was looking for.

Two erect beads on top of almost nonexistent tits.

And finally…

“When I say one, do it quickly, Sister,” I spoke, and Sandra nodded in agreement as I ran my fingers over Martha's tits.

Martha had just regained consciousness and was about to speak, her lips beginning to part, when I withdrew from her pussy, leaving only my dickhead inside her, causing her to sigh and stifle her words.

And then…

“Now!!”

Thaap!!!

“Aum~”

Pinch!

“AAAAAHHHEEEEYYYAAAANNNN~~~~~!!!!!!!!!!”

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