Sensual divas passionately eating each other out

“You’re safe again, s-see? “Fine,” I said, gritting my teeth. 21sextury “I love you too, Becks.”
Her eyes danced for barely a beat, before…
“And I want to fuuuuuck you!”
I chuckled, took her face in my hands, and dipped down for a long, loving kiss. Withdrawing my arm, I held up my hands, palms out, and rose to my feet. With more gentle maneuvering, I lay on my back and brought her half on top of me, her head resting on my chest. Her stomach visibly quivered as her hands flew to my head. And she’d be mine. To my absolute horror, her eyes brimmed with hot tears as she got to her feet. I’m not supposed to feel other…things. Siblings can pick up endless subtle cues from each other that their subconscious minds search for in a perfect mate: commonalities that we’re evolutionally hardwired to recognize as familiar, safe, and attractive. The kitchen clock ticked on and on—one o’clock…two o’clock…three—without any sign of Becks. The room was dim, lit by flickering candles set around the furniture and late-afternoon sunlight that glowed through the closed curtains of two large windows. “Okay,” she said, “keep going, but…slow.”
I resumed, moving even more cautiously than before, carefully applying more pressure to push deeper inside. When I reached the stairs, she looked across the room at me and pantomimed giving the vibrator a blowjob without actually putting it in her mouth. “Fuuuck meee,” Becks said in a low voice, repeatedly pushing her pussy lips open and closed as though it was speaking.