The robot’s attempts to tease her seemed almost tame by comparison. She knew how the game was played. She was intended to dwell and obsess over when...(or if) she might eventually be allowed to come again so that a pattern of build up, need, desire, and delayed gratification would fuel a crescendo of excitement before she was driven to an earth-shattering orgasm. Been there, done that. Her body definitely was subject to the technique. Oh, it worked alright. She was looking forward to that. I kept looking at her, slowly engulfing him taking him deeper. Her mouth began to move back and forth over his cock, her hand clenched around the base. Her other hand still held my cock as she stroked me the whole time, while I enjoyed the sight of my fiancé,e sucking another guys cock. Then she pulled back and turned her head towards my cock. She took me right into her mouth, sucking it long and slow. Slowly she began to deep throat me. I could feel the head of my cock against the back. All was quiet save the crackling of the fire, the crickets chirping in the grass around our tent, and the hollow sounds of our breath as we lay on our backs inside our sleeping bags, choking on our own integrity. It had been ten long minutes since either of us had spoken. The warm, damp air inside the tent was heavy and ripe. A subtle but powerful mélange built slowly as the minutes passed. Smoke from our clothes, day old Samsung, the sweet smell of SPF40, and the wonderful tang of a healthy. Breathing raggedly he pounded into her buttery depths one last time, battered between her cervical lips, sliding clear into her womb, and relaxed as his prick gushed his seed into her most private place.Jean felt battered and bruised on one hand, but so wonderfully full and satisfied on the other. She'd somehow known that her brother's penis would feel fantastic inside her and didn't care a whit that he was her brother. She loved him. And now, after the amazing feeling she had had when she had.