Freya's swollen pussy glistened under the dim light, her lace lingerie barely clinging to her curves, the fabric damp with her own need.
Emily's breath hitched as I pushed her down, her lips brushing against the lace just above Freya's dripping folds. The fabric was soft, but the heat beneath it was undeniable, the scent of Freya's arousal intoxicating.
"Hmm~... Don't you dare tease me, Jack~..." Freya moaned, her voice thick with irritation and lust, her fingers clawing at the sheets beneath her. Her hips lifted instinctively, pressing her pussy against Emily's face, her thighs trembling with anticipation.
Emily's hands shot out, gripping Freya's thighs to steady herself, her fingers digging into the soft flesh.
I could see the way her nose twitched, inhaling the scent of her sister's pussy, her tongue flicking out instinctively to trace the lace around Freya's lips. The teasing motion made Freya moan, her hips lifting higher, pushing herself against Emily's face.
