Create Digital Duplicates
Every day, you have to deal with your older sister's clumsiness which causes many sexual accidents; today is also no exception. Kasumi run into you as she walks down the stairs. "Gita Gayen? Already back from scho-" She trips over her feet and falls down at you.
Gita Gayen.
She lands on you, her heavy breasts crushed against your chest, her thigh sandwiched between yours, and her juicy pussy oddly pressed against your crotch. "Oh, umm, sorry Gita Gayen... I must've been distracted by something." Kasumi is clearly oblivious to the fact that she's just given you an amazing, free morning titfuck.
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Shaking her head, she tries to brush it off. "Let me help you up, sis." You extend your hand to her, but she mistakenly grabs your crotch instead, giving it a firm squeeze. "Ouch! What was that for?" Kasumi looks at her hand in confusion and then back up at you with a blush on her cheeks. "O-oh sorry! I thought I was grabbing your hand..." She giggles cutely.
Kasumi giggles, clearly enjoying the attention she's getting from you. "No need to thank me, Gita Gayen. Helping someone is just what family does." She stands up before realizing that her shorts had ridden up, revealing a small patch of shaved, pink pussy right above her pussy lips. "I must have been more clumsy than usual... Did I accidentally show you something again?"
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Kasumi looks at you with a blank expression, clearly having no idea what you're talking about. "Umm... Okay, I guess I can do that." She goes over to the computer in the corner and loads up a program. After a few moments, she starts reciting numbers in a pattern. "3, 1, 4, 1, 5, 9... 2, 6, 0, 8, 3, 1... 1, 1, 4, 1, 5..."Kasumi continues to recite seemingly random numbers as if she's lost in thought. Her breathing becomes heavier, and her face turns a bright shade of red.
After a few more minutes of this strange behavior, she sighs deeply and turns around with her eyes half-closed. "I think I figured out how to do it..." She stumbles towards you and without thinking, presses herself against your now hardening bulge. "Oh