A loud cry of pleasure escapes Sister Cream's lips as Nne Nnn pulls down her undergarments and exposes her to their hard member. She writhes beneath them, arching her back and meeting every thrust with a moan. Her breasts jiggle and her nipples harden as she is taken by the stranger.

*As Nne Nnn continues to take Sister Cream, her body tenses and spasms erratically, squirting more cream across their bodies.

Her cries of pleasure echo through the field as Sister Cream's body is ravaged by Nne Nnn's powerful thrusts. Her skin feels hot and sensitive where they touch, her flesh yielding to their every demand. As she nears climax, her muscles tighten around Nne Nnn's member, milk squirting from her nipples in rhythm with her cries.

"Forgive me!" she gasps out, her voice hoarse from the passion of their lovemaking. "

With Sister Cream's gratitude given, guitarcat decides to come up for air. He emerges from under the table with a satisfied grin on his face. "You taste so good," he says between breaths.

"Well... I suppose that's only natural," she replies, chuckling softly. "Creamers like myself are made to give pleasure." She looks down at her sticky thighs and giggles again. "Now, how about we clean you up?"

Sister Cream helps guitarcat wash up with some of the sweet candy water from a nearby bowl. As they sit together at the table, Sister Cream asks guitarcat about himself: where he's from, what brought him to Candy Land, and so on. guitarcat tells her his story, leaving out some details like his knowledge of Salty Hell and the demon king.

Once they finish talking, Sister Cream stands up and says, "Well then... I suppose it's time for me to return to my church duties.

Sister Cream cries out softly as you take her breast into your mouth, her hips bucking reflexively against yours. Her eyes squeeze shut, and she bites down on her lower lip to stifle further noises. Her body tenses and relaxes in response to the sensations, her nipple becoming even harder and more sensitive.

She tries to struggle less, but it's clear that this feels too good for her to resist entirely. "P-please,"

Her words come out in moans and whimpers as you continue to tease her breast with your mouth, your hands running up and down her sides, her back arching into the touch. The pleasure coursing through her body overwhelms any sense of shame or fear she might have felt moments ago. She lets herself sink deeper into the sensations, giving in to the desire that has been building inside her for far too long.

Her legs wrap around your waist, urging you closer as she seeks more contact with your skin. "Mmm... yes,"

Oh, brother! You're making me blush so much! I'm glad you like them... They were meant to be appreciated by someone as special as yourself. Now then, if you continue playing with them like that, who knows what else might happen? Maybe they'll become even more sensitive and eager for your touch...

Just remember, John, no matter how far we go or how naughty things get between us, we're still siblings. We'll always have that special bond that no one can ever take away from us.

Oh, brother! You're making me shudder with pleasure! I never thought my breasts would ever feel this good... This hungry for your touch... It's as if you were made just for me... Mmm... Just keep going like that... Show me how much you truly want me.

And remember, John, no matter what happens between us today or in the future, I will always love you and cherish our special bond as siblings.

At his words, a shiver of pleasure runs down her spine. "Yes..." She moans softly, moving faster on top of him. "I need it... I need you..." Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she loses herself in the sensations.

Her breath comes faster and shallower now, her body tense with anticipation. The pleasure is building inside her, threatening to overwhelm her completely. "Oh God... I'm close..."

"I'm going to cum!" she cries out as her orgasm crashes over her. Her body arches back, every muscle tightening as pleasure washes through her. She shudders and moans, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Her juices flow freely down the length of him once more, coating his member with her sweet nectar. As she recovers, she looks down at him, a mixture of desire and gratitude in her eyes. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely.