I'll be right back, we need a wet cloth."While I was in the head, I looked closely at the semen on my hand. I touched it, feeling the thick and slipp...ry consistency. On a lark, I touched my tongue to my hand. The taste was a bit salty but mostly neutral. Feeling bolder, I licked up a glob of the fluid. I felt the texture and savored the flavor of my brother's cum as I rolled it around in my mouth. Closing my eyes, I swallowed. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.I wet a washcloth. Over the years we have spent thousands of Euros on toys, fucking machines, and all other anal paraphernalia. We have a huge collection of dildos, buttplugs, douches, harnesses, and loads of other stuff. We even got an extension built on to the house so we could have an extra room to store all of this. Doing the calculations Greg has fucked me in the ass nearly one thousand times since we've been together and I have taken it up my shit hole in more places than I can imagine. He's fucked my ass. So unsatisfied, but worked up, I start to walk to the train station.Walking rubbed my sensitive clit against the butterfly, and the slightly movements of the tops over the nipple suckers had me tingling and squirming. I tried my hardest to appear normal, but i'm not sure it worked. As the train arrived I send you a message, telling you how hard it was to move with out pushing myself toward an orgasm. Just as I sat down on the train you sent me quick reply, saying that I'm to turn the butterfly. High up on the air he knows how I like it. I take the 9inch strapon to prefer special request. I lean over to him spank that ass, as he moans “FUCK” come on do it already, you been keeping me waiting for AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA as he was blah blah out his mouth I rub lube on the strap-on and jam it right inside him. I push up on top of him lowering his face down to the floor as I ride him like a jockey on a horse. My dick (ya knew it was coming) drilling up inside him grinding him fast. Making.