“She says she needs to speak to you.” I frowned. “Why?” Her Hardcore petite smile only grew and she winked at me. I headed to the conference room, opening the wooden door. It was a small room with a long table in the center, a laptop charging in tight the middle, chairs around it. My sister sat perched on one wearing a tennis skirt and a tank top, her round breasts molded by the white fabric, her lithe legs crossed, the skirt short. “Why are you here?” I asked. “Checking up on me? Trying to sabotage me.” “Just being a good sister,” she said as she slipped off the table and turned skinny around. She wiggled her ass at me. “You're getting nowhere with mom, right?” amateur “I'm making progress,” I answered, her skirt swaying about those tanned thighs, the cloth falling over her tight rump. My dick throbbed. “Mmm, but that's not the same as satisfaction.” She bent over lower. “So I thought I'd be a loving sister and help you out. How can you concentrate on seducing Mom with that big dick tenting your pants?” “You are here to sabotage me,” I groaned as I stared at that teasing ass. Her blonde hair fell loose about her face as she looked over her shoulder at me. Grinned. “You fucking bitch,” I groaned. I couldn't resist. I needed to cum. And she was here. Her pussy was available. I pounced. Maria Reenburg