Abigail is tall. Her shoulders broad and powerful. Her body hard and defined; like a living statue. The only softness about Abigail was large round breasts. Abigail's waist, although stout, flared widely into broad, muscular hips and thighs. Her hour-glass figure made Daphne's modest curves look small and child-like by comparison. As for her hair, which is past hip length, it is braided and twisted into tight buns on either side of strong, almost male face.
Abigail's only article of clothing is a pair lacy blue panties. Daphne can't help be feel a tragic link with them. They struggle desperately to encompass her sister's waist. In the back they are wedged in deep; rudely devoured but Abigail's full rear. In the front they are pressed aside by her rock hard cock and worked into the folds of her sweaty ball sack. These are places Daphne has become too familiar with.
Realizing she's not alone, Abigail faces the powerful brunette. She stutters fearfully, "Abigail, w-what are you doing here?"
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