Thats a dumbass question

I laid on my side, slowly grinding in motion with Rachael in bed. Her soft skin methodically gyrating up and down with mine as my streak of bad ideas continued unbroken. She was slow moving, but firm - breathing heavily out of her mouth with each fantasy as my face pressed hard into her pillow.

It was instantly magnetic, my little sister's tight pussy lips began to leak the smallest bead of nature's lubricant. The very edge of her girly pouty lips gently grazed the bottom of my shaft. I could feel its wet drooling kiss leaving a small trail of moisture as it glided up the babiest... inch... of my cock. Wow it was wonderful.

My mouth hung open as my breath held tight, her hips freezing as if catching on. In that moment, in that pause... before she pressed it back down again, taking me further with her. Knees bracing, her lips spreading ever so slightly around. It wrapped the girth, around its undercarriage at first. It was mad, my hands tore into the bed sheets as they broke from their mattress binds.

I made sure my hips curled and gave her the foundation she needed to grind the pole again - her slutty urges again from the very tip top... all the way down now to my glistening base. The arch of her back, the whimper she made. It all flooded me.

"Mm... umm an I... mhmm... inside me..." her incoherent murmurs continued, grunting in accordance with the pressure. Some deep, hot sex dream streamed in her state of blurred consciousness. She could have any fantasy she wanted right now, and I could have mine.