Incestuous twin sister

My hips were still moving to the rhythm of the song. So very enticing. I could feel him getting hard. A loud moan filled the room. “Oh, you are such a tease! Come over and get it”. He took me by the shoulders and bit my lips softly, I ate his mouth greedily, licked his neck, his collarbone; I almost ripped his shirt open in my urge to feel and taste his skin with my tongue. When both our shirts were on the floor, I covered him with my breasts. My nipples and stomach wanted to feel his heat and softness. Soon, our clothes were off and like a snake, my body slithered on his warm skin, it was such an overwhelming feeling. I licked his armpit, his nipple; he let out a gentle moan. I took my time, eyes closed, to get to his bellybutton, on the line of hair that showed me the way to what my mouth was eager to discover. I met a wet spot. My mouth found what it was hungering for. He was impatient. “Suce, salope! (slut)” I placed the head in my mouth, I first circled my tongue around the tip sending shivers down his spine until he closed his eyes. I swallowed him whole playing around his shaft with my tongue. He started to move in and out of my mouth. “Suce! Oui, comme ça, c’est si bon! Encore, continue, salope!” At the same time, I was playing with my clit, soon getting dripping wet. He pulled my hair, making me move faster, making me gag, saliva spilled over my breasts. When he was about to cum, he pushed me away and opened my thighs, bending over, his mouth ate my ripe plum with squishy noises. I was already shuddering with pleasure when he stopped and ordered me to sit on his lap. I straddle him, lowering myself slowly over him, until I could feel him completely filling me, our bodies like two pieces of a puzzle completed one another so perfectly. Gliding along his shaft, up and down, I was still staring at him. His expression was a mixture of lust, impatience, astonishment, and yes, happiness. He whispered in my ear: “I seem to have finally found you”. Oh, this made me go wild. Staring into his eyes, I could see a reflection of my own emotions. He then kissed me with such passion, his fingers entwined in my hair. We could hardly breathe and suddenly, it happened. The explosion. He was thrusting and moaning in a high pitched voice, wrapping his arms around me, not wanting to let go, biting my neck while I felt myself liquefying and crying loudly, my nails digging into his back. We were wet and slippery. We could not let go. I rested my hand on his chest, his heart was pounding madly. After a very long moment, when we came to our senses, he looked at me with a loving smile: “Will you be my incestuous twin sister from now on?”
(To be continued)