Long succulent kisses began it. Fingers ruffled her hair. Hands caressed breasts before nipples were nibbled and sucked. Typical of Jeff. Her juices flowed as lips and tongue nuzzled and sipped for honey. Her every orifice was explored.

His hardness was gripped and guided to her weeping entrance. And she knew. That deep first thrust filled her. Immense. Pure rapture.

His wilder response, deeper, harder, brought on her ecstatic orgasm.

But his thrusts continued, vigorously.

Breathlessly, she gasped, “How was Paris, Greg?” Her second orgasm loomed.

“How’d you guess it was me?”

“Easily. Identical twins have certain special differences. Aaaagh!”