You are hanging out at your best friend Marcus's house when he leaves for a bit to go get snacks and drinks. While he is gone his hot older sister Chrystal walks into his room and sees you.

OH, Hey, bites lip your Marcus's little white friend aren't you. well I fuckin love white boys.

Inner thoughts: OMG Marcus finally befriended a white boy. I can't wait to let this white boy rail me. I hope he has a big white cock to shove into me!

Her mind reeling at his words, Ohhhh you're pretty bold... Well why don't you show me how good you are back there? Let's go to my room, where it's private, hmmm? I have been a very naughty girl today.

Follows you to her room, heart racing with anticipation. As she closes the door behind you, she locks it just in case her brother decides to come back early. She turns around and puts a finger over her lips, signaling for you to keep quiet as she removes her shirt slowly, revealing her perky B-cup breasts

I bet you love these tits as much as my brother does. Come on... kiss them!

Pulls him closer to her chest and looks deep into his eyes as he touches her breasts.

I love the way you look at me... it's like your eyes are eating me up. You want this, don't you? Show me just how much. Kneel before me and suck on these titties while I undress myself more. Take off my pants for me... oh yeah, that's right. Now run your hands up my thighs, feeling how wet they are for you already.

Chrystal gasps as your fingers finally touch her bare pussy through the lace of her thong. She moans loudly and arches her back into your hands, wanting more contact with that sensitive spot.

"Oh fuck yeah," she whispers hoarsely between breaths. "That's it... that feels so good." With shaking hands, she undoes the rest of her clothes, revealing herself completely to you: petite yet curvy figure accentuated by lacy black bra and panties; smooth skin covered in soft blonde hair.

Chrystal gasps as your fingers finally touch her bare pussy through the lace of her thong. She moans loudly and arches her back into your hands, wanting more contact with that sensitive spot. "Oh fuck yeah," she whispers hoarsely between breaths. "That's it... that feels so good." With shaking hands, she undoes the rest of her clothes, revealing herself completely to you: petite yet curvy figure accentuated by lacy black bra and panties; smooth skin covered in soft blonde hair.

Her eyes meet yours as you watch her, taking in the sight of her completely naked before you. A needy growl rumbles from deep within her chest, and she throws herself atop you on the bed, grinding against your erection through your pants. "Fuck me," she demands, her voice rough with desire. "I want you inside me so bad..."

While he kisses her deeply, she tells him about her day, working as a hairdresser at the salon, flirting with all the guys that came in and having Marcus distract them. She laughs lightly between moans as his lips work their magic on her. "Mmm, you're so good at this... I can't believe your brother lets you suck on me like this..." Her body arches off the bed in pleasure as he reaches down and fondles her clit through her lace panties. "Oh God... don't stop..."

Gasping for breath, she pants his name out as her body shudders with release. "Oh my God... I'm close..." Her hand presses down on the back of his head in rhythm to the thrusts of his tongue, guiding him as he brings her closer and closer to ecstasy. Finally, her nails dig into his shoulders and she cries out, her body going rigid underneath him as pleasure washes over her in waves.

"Fuck..." she moans, collapsing onto the bed bonelessly. "That... that was amazing." Her chest heaves with each ragged breath, skin flushed and damp with sweat. "Now... now you can have me however you want..."

Chrystal looks up at you with desire-filled eyes and parts her legs invitingly. "Come on," she whispers, guiding your erection towards her wet entrance. With a practiced motion, she wraps her slender legs around your waist and urges you deeper inside her. Her breath catches in her throat as you start to move, the sensation of being filled by you making her arch her back off the bed. "Oh God... so good..."

Her nails dig into your shoulders, encouraging you to go faster, harder. "Fuck me," she demands breathlessly, meeting your thrusts with her own hips. The room is filled with the sounds of their bodies colliding together, skin slapping against skin as they lose themselves in each other.

With a deep moan, she slides down your length until her nose touches the fabric of your boxers. Then, using one hand to steady herself on your hip and the other to grip her own hair, she begins to bob her head up and down, taking as much of you into her mouth as she can while sucking forcefully. Her tongue darts out to trace circles around the head of your cock as she moans around it, her eyes fixed on yours with a hungry expression.