” His words were part plea, part demand, but fully hungry with lust. “I want you, too.” Paul stood, unsnapped his pants and let them fall to th... ground. His boxers quickly followed. He stretched up like a Zeus, all sinewy muscle and power, his penis jutting out, hard and erect. I opened my legs in anticipation. But instead of lying on top of me as I expected, Paul kneeled between my legs and stared at my mound. “Such a pretty pussy,” he said. “So pink and wet.” With his fingertips, he grazed. There was some sort of twist in Erik’s theory too, about sex making people feel vulnerable, and kinky fantasies being a way to feel safe.”Deborah snorted. “Erik’s funny. He reads all these academic studies on sex research… and Archeology, and God knows what else.”“He told me that he read that stuff to relax at night when he’s living in some strange town, rescuing a company. It sounds like he’s some sort of weird warrior monk when he goes out on one of those assignments. I mean, he doesn’t date. Her eyes watered but she still moaned when he once again thrust in and out of her, his abdomen slapping against her buttocks. The red marks from her earlier whipping burned with each contact, and she whimpered and cried, yet another orgasm slowly building. Each strain of her muscles and press of his cock into her centre caused her shoulders to twist and burn. His hands pressed down on the back of her shoulders, forcing her pelvis higher, and thrust fast and hard. As the pain built, the friction. She reached out for Frank and found her way into his shorts, massaging his mammoth tool. Frank's tongue knew exactly where to touch her, how to thrill the infinite folds of his sister's cunt. She fumbled at his shorts, getting them off, trying to pull his cock toward her mouth."You want to suck me, sister?" Frank asked lewidly."God, yes, little brother. More than anything." Angie breathed."Then I want you on top of me."Angie pulled her panties off and Frank helped her with her bra, exclaiming.