Cozy Cabin Getaway Ch20

“Fuck it,” Kayla mutters.

Michelle wakes with a start; she had drifted off while masturbating. She blinks a few times, smiling happily with her hand still in her shorts.

“Huh?”

“It’s not like you idiots are going to remember any of this anyway,” Kayla tells her.

“What?”

Kayla stands up and pulls her T-shirt over her head. She kicks off her shorts and underwear.

“OK,” Michelle says, watching her.

Kayla looms over Riley.

“Riley,” she says.

Riley opens her eyes.

“Oh,” Riley says, gazing up with something like awe.

“That’s it. Get that guy up one more time,” Kayla says, gesturing encouragingly. She lifts her boobs, then gives them a little jiggle and leans closer.

Riley licks her lips and her cock stirs.

“That’s it,” Kayla coaxes. She turns around to show off her butt, leaning forward and pushing it out.

Riley starts to breathe harder.

Kayla reaches back and spreads herself, giving her own cheek a light slap. She faces Riley again and moves closer, running her hands down her belly. She wasn’t planning on an audience this weekend, so her grooming situation is similar to Mary’s: untamed. Still, Riley’s eyes are glued to Kayla’s fingers as she runs them through her bush.

“That’s hard enough,” Kayla chirps. She spins around and pushes her rear end toward Riley’s lap, eagerly grabbing her cock and guiding it. She takes it in with a little sigh, sagging into her sister as though she’s a recliner chair.

“Oh,” Riley gasps, wrapping her arms around Kayla.

Riley’s bigger than her height and size would lead one to believe. Kayla is startled by how full she is, but she’s not complaining. She shifts her hips eagerly, rolling back and forth.

“Oh God,” Riley pants back there.

So much for hoping to be the sober, dignified one. This is pretty good, and Kayla’s getting into it. She leans forward, then back.

Riley’s hands find their way up to her breasts. Riley squeezes, and it’s like fireworks between Kayla’s legs. It’s too good.

“OK,” she says raggedly, twisting to look over her shoulder at Riley. “OK. OK. Come on.” She climbs off and drops to her knees, putting her hands on the coffee table. “Do it for real,” she says, offering her hindquarters. “Hah!” she yells as Riley joins her on the floor and enters her from behind.

Kayla’s breath fogs the glass and her swinging breasts are reflected in it when the fog fades. The slapping of Riley’s hips against her ass sounds wet and sloppy. Her hands leave oily smears.

Riley’s fingertips dig into Kayla’s soft hips as she hammers her.

Kayla’s mouth is open and her tongue is out. Usually she needs a gummy to feel this good. Her pussy is on fire, squeezing and gripping. Things convulse in her body that she’s never thought about. There’s a burst of sudden cold when her arms give out and her bare breasts mash against the glass of the coffee table.

“Don’t stop,” she pleads.