Despite the orgasm, both of us were very horny.My reader then got up and sat on her knees. The positions of submission were discussed before I visited...her. At all times, she was to either be on her knees, kneeling before me, or sit like a dog near my feet.She knelt before me and tied her hair in a bun again. It was messed up due to the fuck. “Thank you daddy for the intense fuck. I am glad that you found me worthy of fucking,” she said as she looked at me.I had taken a seat on the chair. My. It felt familiar to her now, and she was starting to recognise the shape of the veins that curved down the shaft, and that seemed to swell and throb as his prick became fully hard.Then Peter spoke.“Abigail…Sister Abigail, I love it when you rub me,” he stammered, “But would you do something else for me? Something my brother’s girl does for him.”“I don’t know. Maybe. What is it you want?” She was worried, but interested despite herself.“Would you, maybe just for a minute, put my prick in your. They had shared a torrid tryst some time ago, but she soon realized how toxic a relationship it'd become and she'd broken it off. Ted didn't quite see things the same way and would pop back into her life every couple of months and despite her efforts she'd bend to his will. Each time, she regretted it and told herself 'never again'. "I've had a rotten day and I'm in no mood, you cheating bastard." she says as she fishes for her keys in her purse. She fears that she won't be able to resist if he. She turned her face towards me, and as she looked up at my eyes, I kissed her on her lips.That kiss spoke a million words. That kiss expressed all the desire, all the passion and all my love for her. She opened her mouth and our tongues fought and we did not realize how long we were kissing.I was in a state of euphoria, and came back to my senses when I found my zipper was undone and my sister’s hand was trying to make my cock free. I got up and pushed my cargo and underwear down. My cock stood.