...a had tensed from the licking of her privates, as she had unwittingly took a great breath, but now, she was remaining a bit idle for him. She kept kissing the tip of it and all, but the boy wanted more. He put his hands on each side of her head and started pushing himself in and out of her mouth.
Lisa realised that the pleasure was well overcoming her and that she couldn’t quite perform the deed Bart expected of her, but still tried bobbing her head more, moving her tongue around and even play with the small sac hanging under the cock with her small soft hands. Another of Milhouse’s dexterous tongue lashes made her loose all control over her body however. Finally, she decided to put all of her energy to simply keep her lips sealed around the shaft, still wanting to taste more of her brother’s cream.
Milhouse had picked up the pace, sucking more then before as if he was drinking from a waterfall, letting some drip on Bart’s covers. He had also found Lisa’s clit, very sensible to the attention he gave it. Machiavellian in his own way, he gave it all his attention, rubbing it with the rough of his tongue and sucking it softly like a juicy piece of ...