Arya laughed breathlessly, lying naked on the bed, still not believing how shameless he could be. She stretched her arms out, calling for a hug.
But Rohit sat up straight, straddled her chest, and jerked his throbbing cock right in front of her face.
"Now, Big Sis…" His voice laced with hunger, "be a good girl and open your mouth. I want to feel those pretty lips as well."
Arya immediately turned her head away, bringing her hand up in disgust. "Rohit… anything but this."
Rohit leaned closer, jerking his dick and rubbing the swollen, leaking head against her soft cheeks. "Please, Sis. Don't put me down. I swear I won't spill without letting you know."
Arya gasped as the hot, throbbing member rubbed against her cheek. She looked away, still denying him. "I… I can't. Move it."
Rohit pleaded again, his voice low and desperate. "At least lick it once. If you feel bad, I won't pursue. Look… how badly swollen it is. All because of you."
