You know , I 've been thinking about this for a long time .

An interjection was stuck in Lindinalva's throat at the sight of that huge, hard, pulsating, upright, headed roller; for a moment, she had the impulse to scold her brother, but looking at that hard mast, her eyes twinkled, and immediately she felt her panties getting wet! "So, sister? Are you going to suck or not?" asked Ovid, shaking the roller proudly. She leaned over the sofa until her mouth was within reach of the roll; Ovid, in turn, also leaned over, allowing his sister to suck his cock, which she began to suck with immense passion. Ovid realized that her sister's sucks and licks were more intense than those made by Lola, and her fear demonstrated that, in addition to inexperience, there was also anxiety in feeling a roll in her mouth. The young woman sucked Ovid's roll with pleasure, and even when he warned her of the possibility of mocking in her mouth, Lindinalva did not move her foot, making more vigorous the licks, hot and fast sucks with which she punished her brother's roll. And after some time, he announced that the enjoyment was coming ..., Lindinalva remained firm, even massaging her brother's huge and heavy buttocks, until, Ovid tightened his muscles, contracting painfully, while enjoying volumes. Each estertor was an ejaculate which he threw into his sister's mouth, who in turn squeezed the balls as if to dry them out completely; and the most striking came at the end, when she, proud and happy, opened her mouth displaying the whitish mass within it to Ovid's wide-open eyes and then swallowed the whole load. Lindinalva took care not to lick the roll, leaving no trace of the joy she had had a short time before. "Fuck you, sister! You're so fucked up!" said Ovid, exultant and also surprised by his sister's attitude. - Um, it was very nice, moleque <unk> she replied with a silly smile <unk> But, look there, huh? Let's just stay in the boquete, okay? "You're in charge, little sister!" he replied, as he kept the roll still half full. The next day, when he woke up, Ovid noticed that the house was too quiet; still in his underwear and T-shirt, he put on his slippers and wandered around the house, not taking long to realize that he was alone. On the kitchen table, there was coffee, milk, bread and butter. He savored breakfast and then went to the living room, enjoying a little of his lousy magazines ..., until he heard applause coming from the gate. He peeped out the window and saw that she was the daughter of Lola, the Spanish owner of the boutique. Ovid then put on his shorts and went to the gate, already asking what she wanted. Carmem, Lola's daughter was quite objective: "My mother told you to come by later!" Surprised by the message and wanted to know more details. -Look, moleque, I don't know what she wants with you! <unk> replied Carmem, with an arredio tone of voice <unk> Listen ..., can I drink a glass of water? Ovid opened the gate and asked her to come in. They went to the kitchen and Ovid filled a glass with water from the red ceramic filter and held it out to Carmem. Still curious he insisted on knowing why Lola wanted to see him, since that day she had practically thrown him out after sucking on his dick. I came here because I wanted to. "And what did you want, or want?" asked Ovid, controlling his curiosity. -Well, here's the deal... she went on, getting closer to Ovid... that day, my mother didn't stop talking about the size and thickness of his dick... that, at first, went right! "What did you want to see to believe?" asked Ovid, as he ripped off his shorts and underwear, leaving his huge cock on display for Carmem. - Fuck, man! ..., What a prick! <unk> she commented exultantly <unk> And he's fat too, isn't he? "Well, now that you've seen it, what do you want to do?" the boy asked again with a hint of irony in his voice and a scowl in his eyes. "To show you that I can do it better than my mother!" she replied with a relaxed air. At this point, Carmem knelt in front of Ovid and, without using her hands, began to lick the swollen gland that almost looked like a mushroom; she licked it affectionately, which caused the boy to groan with excitement. While licking not only the gland, but also the rest of the beautiful specimen of the scroll, Carmem boiled his buttocks, feeling as if they were heavy and full of beating. And in this mood, Carmem held the scroll by the base, causing it to almost disappear inside her eager, hot and tight mouth. The suckings followed one another, and the sensation provoked in the boy was delicious as he felt his dick squeezed into Carmem's mouth which he sucked with extreme voracity and skill; the climate in that kitchen was heating up, and Ovid was making an effort not to enjoy prematurely, letting Carmem satisfy his hunger for rolls. And, after some time, he found himself obliged to announce to her that the enjoyment was coming. "Wait, don't laugh yet!" said Carmem, releasing the roll from inside her mouth. "I'll show you something better to laugh about!" Carmen then stood up and took off her clothes; Ovid was struck by the beauty of the girl with her firm mid-sized breasts, smooth bouquet, and lovely little bundle; she turned her back on him and explained what they were going to do. -Come behind me <unk> she said, pulling the roller with one of the hands <unk> but, nothing to pin ..., just let her settle between my thighs and touch the bucket ..., that, so even ..., now, pretend that you will fuck me ... At first, Ovid wasn't quite sure what to do, since his instruction manuals were static, motionless images; Carmem noticed the boy's inexperience and after giving a funny chuckle, began to push her butt against him, explaining that he should do the same in the opposite direction. It didn't take long for the boy to understand the rhythm of the movements, hitting the roller between Carmem's thighs, feeling the pleasant warmth of his wet cheek; although it was something new and delicious, the boy's endurance was at its limit, which is why, a few minutes later, he grunted as he was playing, ejaculating like crazy. "Nossa!