He wasn’t wrong. I tried not to cum until my brother did - solidarity, you see - but at the end of each session, my brother let me have one orgasm. ...etting him control it made him feel sexy, he explained, and so I’d been training myself to cum on command.Last night, for the first time, I hadn’t even needed any stimulation - after he’d finished fucking me for the second time (no orgasm on his end, unfortunately), I’d knelt in front of him, he’d stared into my eyes, and simply ordered me to. .. who had inspired her in many ways ... But he had also made her lost her childhood ... he had made her lose her virginity ... he had made her lose ... everything...But this man was still loyal to him even years after his death ... why... ? There were many things about her father that she didn't know ... For many years she had seen her father as her symbol of disgrace for putting her life in misery ... She hated her father ... but why... ? Was it because he had caused her to endure the. Sweat ran down her small heaving breasts. She flung her head back, sending long brunette hair in every direction as she approached the edge of orgasm. The equally dark-haired young man beneath her neared the same pinnacle with equal ferocity, grabbing her waist tightly and thrusting his cock deep inside of her. His breaths were no less labored, his skin no less damp. They had been fucking like rabbits, to use one of the girl's favorite expressions, for the last half hour."Fuck!" she yelled in. I grabbed her hands and intwined our fingers. Our kissing and fucking slowly intensifying. Soon I was moving my full length in and out of her soaking wet hole. Her hips thrashing up and down, back and forth as she worked my cock. She freed a hand from mine and stretched it back to grab and claw at my ass (later I would have many scratch marks to hide from my wife). ‘Ooh… Yes… Oh, that feels good. Give it to me’, she begged. I bit her neck, she sunk her nails into my flesh. I rocked hard.