Sloppy Seconds

Lena Paul held out forever, but Robby’s begging finally broke her down. She’s still a virgin, still nervous as hell, and she tells him flat-out—no condom this time. He climbs on top missionary style and sinks in, and every thrust looks like it might split her in half. When he flips her onto all fours and drills her doggy-style, her big natural tits swing under her with every slam. Robby’s balls-deep when he blows, and he promised he’d pull out, but that hot load just pumps straight into her. She feels it and flips out, tells him to get the fuck out. Once she’s alone she heads to clean up, fingers between her legs, and the second she feels that thick cream oozing from her pussy she stops cold. Instead of wiping it away she smears it over her swollen lips, rubs it in slow circles, then licks it off her fingertips like she’s tasting something she’s never allowed herself before. The taste flips a switch; next thing she knows she’s sprawled out, fingers working her clit hard while the rest of his load keeps leaking down her ass. After a few minutes of frantic rubbing she’s hooked. She throws clothes on and heads straight to his place, pussy still sticky. She knocks, and the door swings open—but it isn’t Robby. It’s his twin, Tyler, and the resemblance hits her low in the gut. Robby’s not home. She says she’ll wait, but every minute that drips by makes her cunt throb. The longer she sits there the more obvious it feels—she can just fuck the brother instead. Tyler barely puts up a fight. She drops to her knees first, gets him hard with her mouth, then climbs on and rides until he loses it and fills her just like his brother did. She leaves with fresh cum sliding down her inner thigh, and the second she steps outside she runs right into Robby coming up the walk, his load and his twin’s both leaking out of her at the same time.