Paul & Rafael Zambelli

I needed to scratch my nose. I was on top of Zoe, pumping into her, feeling the heat rise from her chest, watching her blonde hair blow in the breeze. My hand reached up and scratched my nose. The sun was in my eyes. Slowly I began to wake. Zoe’s face was poking over the edge, grinning at me from her bed beside and above me. Her eye lashes fluttered, her big doe eyes greeting me warmly. Her blonde hair had a hint of blue in it. “Good morning, Twain” she said quietly, wide awake “Have you slept well?” My mind was full of panic; had I Latino said anything out loud, was I panting, bucking, sweating, ejaculating? Did she see my erection? I patted down my covers, trying to check everything was discrete and in order. I could feel the heat in my cheeks. My body was sweaty. Nothing but my sucking face and arms seemed to be exposed. I was scared, but had no immediate proof I’d been rumbled. Until: “You look pleased to see me” uncut Zoe’s eyes looked at me playfully, then glanced back down at my groin. I looked up. It was very obvious. I was already as red as could be and I couldn’t get any redder, but I could feel the embarrassment notch up to maximum inside my head. Zoe giggled. Did she know boys got that way most mornings? Did she suspect that this morning it was mostly caused by a healthy dose of vivid Zoe dreaming? “Eh, Twain, in that dream of yours, do we have _any_ condoms left?” Leaving me flustered, Zoe rolled over out of sight. Then just her arm reappeared, gracefully unfolding over the side of the bed like the neck of a Fucking swan and beckoning me with a rolling index finger “come up here for a bit muscle Twain” Yeah, that sounded like some foolhardy shit she’d uncut do, but such ruthless muscle deception was more the forte of her hated sister. I sat on my son’s face with my naked ass. The dam had broken. “Goddamn, you’re tight!” Brock sucking growled, “Yavara, I don’t think your father has enough money to make me give this up.” He breathed against my ear, “I think I’ll keep you as my slave. Right?” she gave Angus and Sam another meaningful glare. Now starting to kiss your chest, right between your fantastic breasts, up and down. His forty year old mother Deanna could have easily passed for a 25 year old. “Shh!” She whispered, putting a finger to my lips. Three quarters of an hour can drag by, when you are not really "Recon one reporting sir." The sensations ramped up as I watched her Latino devour me, then she moved to my clit, pushing my pubic mound upwards Fucking to tighten the skin and pull the hood back to reveal that special knot of nerves. We walked hand in hand on the streets, we touched and petted lightly while waiting for Walk signs to change.