It splatters all over the little mound. When it covers her nipple, her hands shudders a bit and she closes her eyes. But she never stops, she keeps ri...ght on dripping the painful stuff on her sensitive skin. I am almost painfully hard while I watch her and slowly stroke my cock, but my mind is only half on that task. I'm still trying to get it through my head that it's my little sister I'm seeing torturing herself for her own pleasure.The candle is above her right titty now, covering it in wax. These are two hard core party girls that look good on my arm. Walk in any bar or cafe with these girls with you, and you are an instant Rock Star. Every eye in the place is on you constantly. This guarantees success for the Kinjo b*****rs because all the women in the Bar assume they are rich or famous. The Kinjo’s love ‘Hooters’ and American bar and grill that specializes in big boobs and tight shorts on their waitresses. We plan to start our night at Hooters and then move on to the nightclubs.. She has boobs so big that they can’t fit into your mouth in one go and ass so big that even with your both hands, you won’t be able to grab whole of it.Now coming to the story, the story starts back in my high school when I was a virgin guy and hadn’t done anything except kissing. Back in those days, I used to love playing truth and dare. So, usually, we would sit in a circle and spin the bottle. Once I went to a party during the days of Diwali. The songs being played there were soothing and. The light jacket she had brought with her had been long since thrown over her arm and forgotten, thanks to Jack. Each time his arm grazed hers, a wave of heat spread from the tip of her nose to the soles of her red Converse shoes. Her lips were becoming chapped from her subcontious biting. The conversation was of general things; The last hockey game, their breaks so far... nothing remotely similar to what was going on in Ilanas head. Ohhh, the urge to pull this gorgeous boy into a nearby ally.