Round, solid and fairly large for a 18year old girl. They were equipped with delicate and sensitive spikes sticking out into space. He sucked one in his mouth again and stroked the other with his hand. Chloe moaned, scratching her brother’s back, enjoying the cuddling with a boy she had known, loved, and quickly lost. Her hand left her hair and slid under her back. She squeezed one trunk and tried his fortress. It excited her even more. He moved lower and his ass was out of range. He tickled her tongue in the navel, and then, even though she had her legs cramped together, he stroked her tongue at the beginning of the comma. She didn’t even know how, and her legs were apart. The hot tongue waded through the wet chips, causing a tingling in her lower abdomen. It was similar to cuddling with him or herself, but much, much stronger. She heard moans, felt her body bending and walking toward her tongue, but her consciousness was somewhere else.