Every morning, she stretches before she gets out of bed. Her back arches just slightly, and her soft thighs spread. When I hear her sigh, my pussy moistens, anticipating what cums next. Her shaved flower exposed, back arched, legs spread, I crawl between, fingers guiding my way along her thighs. Never is she wet before my tongue slips between her lips. The eroticness of making her moist as I lick the soft lips and nibble on her clit makes my pussy ache. She moans and pushes her hips into my face. My tounge dances on her, in her. The taste of her juice slowly makes its way between my lips, past my tongue and down my throat. My pussy drips on her calf as I slide my clit up and down her leg. This story will be continued later, as I am about to cream right now as I tell. My pussy aches for her, so I must go. Not to worry my dears, you will be fully informed of what I am about to do to myself when I return. Then, I will continue with my sister story, and how she cums in my mouth, over and over each and every beautiful morning.