Her long lavender nails grazed his pale Celtic skin. A soft, guttural growl emerged from Patrick’s throat as her fingers slid down to his hairless s...rotum. ‘Donnez-moi votre sperme,’ she pleaded. ‘All in good time, babe,’ he replied. ‘First I want to make your cunt drip.’ Patrick kissed his way to his wife’s familiar vulva. His skilled tongue work reflected over two years of practice in their marital bed. Gone were the nervous nights following their wedding when he was unsure of how to please. Remus walked upstairs and into the bathroom. He looked through to his sisters room to see some sexy underwear and lingerie hanged up on the wall. His eyes went wide as he zipped up his trousers and felt his cock go from limp to semi hard. He groaned and closed his eyes imagening her in them. Shaking his head he laid on the airbed. His mother had changed his room into her office when he had left and he was sharing a room with his little sister.Once she had finished her homework Aimee headed. As he’d expected, she’d put much time and thought into her appearance before driving over… and of course, it was all wrong. In the typical style of the day and age, she was dressed in tight, low-slung jeans just barely covering her pelvic bones. Her spaghetti strap tank top was tight, and couldn’t have reached her navel on a dare. Her makeup wasn’t as heavy as he’d expected, but well out of bounds for what he had planned for her. He said nothing as he appraised her… enjoying her growing. I stood up and faced the mirror, holding onto the railing in front of me. He lifted my right leg up and braced it against the railing. With my stiletto heels we were in the perfect height for this penetration."My purse" I whispered, reminding him of the condoms. He took them out and put a condom on his grown black dick.He spat into his hand to lube his cock up again with the condom on and I shivered at the roughness of it all. He started to slowly insert himself into me but I begged him that I.