Monica groans loudly as I continue to slam my cock into her. "God, Ross! Cum on my face! Please!" she panted. Listening only to the incessant urge in my balls, I pulled out of my sister's sopping wet pussy as she slid on to the floor with her face turned up.
Stroking my shaft quickly, I grunted and let a resounding "Fuck Monica!" and my cock exploded again. Thick streams of jizz shot out and landed on my little sister's face: on her nose, her cheeks, her lips, and chin. Some on her eyebrows and in her hair. As I finished shooting, Monica grabbed the hand I had wrapped around my cock and licked the small amount of cum that had fallen on my fingers off them, before swallowing my cock whole and cleaning it with her mouth. She pulled off once it was clean enough to eat off of, then rocked back, sitting on her legs while she idly scooped my cum off of her face and into her mouth.
There was a considerable silence while I watched Monica clean my jizz off her face, before she spoke. "I know it's supposed to be wrong, Ross," she said. "But it doesn't feel that way. I needed that. You needed that. We love each other...so how can it be wrong?" |