Images of incestuous dalliance caused Andy's dong to leap and lurch with need. He had always wanted to fuck his own sister, but she refused to let him – although she was willing to watch while he jerked off and, once, allowed him to shoot all over her plump young titties.

Anna looked at him coyly.

"Your prick looks so delicious…" she said. Her tongue glided along her lower lip. "Maybe I ought to suck you off, instead of fucking you…"

"What a good idea!"

"Would you like that?"

"I would love that."

"Will you give me a nice, hot, thick load of jism to drink? Ummm? Will you fill my mouth with cream?"

"Damned right!"

"Ooooh! I'm hungry for it…"

Andy pushed his hips forward, driving his pecker up and out. Anna squealed and slowly sank to her knees in front of him. His cock loomed up before her face and her eyes crossed as her vision turned upon the tasty tackle. She put her hands on his hips but didn't take him into her mouth right away. She was savoring the expectation and her mouth had begun to drool for a taste of prick.

Her tongue pushed out.

She licked and lapped at the air, inches from his cockhead, teasing him and letting her appetite build up.

Her lips parted.

Andy began to rub his peckerhead against her cheek and neck. His cock was like a mop her mouth a bucket. He worked the tip around in her face, running it over her little upturned nose, dipping it into her eye socket, dragging it down to her trembling chin.

The cleft was bubbling with preliminary spunk.

He used his prick like a paintbrush, whitewashing her face with jism, leaving a slippery trace of spunk down her cheek and into the corner of her mouth.

She saw the shadow they cast on the floor, her face and his prick linked in the erotic play of light and shade. She pushed her tongue out, seeing the shadow of that tongue move towards his cockhead.