She issued us our chores to do when we came back from school today before we goofed off for the weekend since today was the end of the week, then took...off for work.Without Mom, Jen and I sat in silence for a moment. I finally looked nervously at Jen who picked up a banana and peeled it without a glance my way and then dipped in straight into her glass of milk. I’d never seen anyone do this before and was about to ask her what she was doing, but then she took it out while dripping a few drops. Normally he would have stopped. He would have forced her eyes to meet his, demanding her to tell him if she was okay, asking permission to continue. He didn’t. His fingers were strong as they held her hips still. He didn’t allow her to move as he began to thrust. There was no slow buildup. There was no easy rhythm. He fucked her hard, banging her body with his. The top of the headboard hit the wall with each thrust and she released her grip on the rungs, her face falling into the pillow. The. Again my tongue slowly flicks over your bottom lip and then I gently nibble on it, hearing you gasp, and I allow my body to relax, melting into the contours of your warm, hard body. Resting my head against your shoulder, I feel you tilt your head and your lips wander over my neck, pressing against the fast pulse and a moan from deep in my throat escapes my slightly parted lips. My hips naturally pressing into yours and can feel your desire growing. Your hands, barely touching my warm skin,. The anticipation of him entering me makes me forget everything else but your face. I feel him slide into me, the familiar sting immediately replaced by pleasure as my pussy engulfs his shaft. I wonder if that's how it feels each time for you. Do you moan when it enters or do you let your inner walls tighten at each thrust? He starts slowly, finding a rhythm, but we both know it's only a matter of time before he starts pounding me hard, the same way he fucks you. I could focus on the pure.