Fucking Parvati

I knew what she wanted. And she knew what I wanted.

Which is what made bending her over the garden bench so easy.

Parvati grunted with each thrust, her tits looking larger than ever as they shook.

Her hair was draped over her face, nearly touching the ground.

We didn't stop our deeds, even as our classmates passed us.

"I swear I see Padma getting fucked more than I see her doing anything else," said a student. They had mistaken her for her sister, which wasn't surprising.

"Her tits are getting bigger," said another student, "it isn't fair."

Parvati didn't react, but her moans were growing louder.

The Patil sister was enjoying this all immensely.

I reached a hand to her breast, stabilizing the shaking flesh as I pounded her. My fingers gripped her nipple.

"Don't stop," Partavi Begged. Her breathing grew unsteady, and for a moment she went silent.

"Fuck," Parvati said weakly. Her body trembled. After half a minute her body stiffened. She had gotten off, not having the stamina like her sister did. But she also didn't have sex as much as her sister did.