She slid to bottom and positioned her delta towards my tip and slowly lowered. With one hand she positioned it in the right focus. The entire area was... slushy and the penetration was easy. She started to pull and push and the rhythm speeded up.Entire shaft was in and for each push it was hitting some part inside. After few strokes she pressed it well inside and gave a twisting motion. Again pushed and gave a grinding action. I was slowly going to helm and she was vigorously slapping with hip and. .. more rustling ... a gasp... Honed by thousands of hours on the training floor, her instinct was to prepare for violence, and her hand fell to her sword. A faint shape formed from the darkness, and despite her disheveled state she tensed for combat. I can’t quite see my adversary, but this is no nightmare about the Dead. If I strike quickly and surely... The quick, rough abrasion of a match echoed like a bowshot in the otherwise silent forest, and suddenly a flame hovered in the darkness. It. ” Each time she spoke she would thrust into me with that cock we were sharing. I thrust in a frenzy now her words pulling at me dragging me helplessly to the edge. We were riding that cock so hard we could feel our slits kissing frequently. My body starting coming apart as I starting howling, my sister had ignited a fire in my loins. My stomach started to ripple which was swiftly followed by my slit. I couldn’t breathe my body went rigid as my pussy gripped the cock trying to peel the rubber. ”“I may have seen a video or two of it,” Carl said.“I enjoy hiking and camping,” Betsy said. “I’ll admit that I’m not that good of a fisher-person. I just don’t have the patience for it. I’d rather get in the water and chase them down.”Carl laughed, despite how much it hurt his nose.“It isn’t so much about catching fish, as it is about enjoying the outdoors. I almost treat it like an excuse for birdwatching and enjoying sunsets while doing something considered manly.”Betsy said, “One of my dads.