Up and down.The darkness and the hypnotic rhythm of my own hand took over, and I tuned out for a few minutes. Part of me wanted to play with myself, b...t at the same time I didn’t want to get distracted from the task at hand.Making my brother cum was the most important thing I’d ever done - in many ways, it felt like the reason I existed. After all, I was a woman - every part of me was designed for a male’s pleasure. Every part of me existed to make men cum. My hands, my body ... my. He responded by throwing out an arm and pulling her in. “I thought I’d never walk again. When you came in with that look in your eye, and later… I was lucky to get out in one piece.”“Just trying to make it memorable, which, as I recall, was the entire idea. I succeeded.”“We succeeded, no?”“It was a joint effort, to be sure. Everyone contributed. No sleeping partners. Hell, let’s be honest; I was holding on for dear life. That doesn’t exactly come through in your story… much as I enjoy my. Mace hastily grabbed the sides of Lake's V neck and pulled at the material until it started to rip. He pulled it open until she was standing there in the sleeves with her ripe, breath-tossed breasts straining at a pale lavender bra. She was looking back at him with that level of disbelief that almost came off as amused. He was every bit stunned by his actions as she, but everything thickening the air between them started to morph into remembrance. As he watched her eyes narrow and glaze, he. He could have remained there; standing before her with his trousers and shorts around his ankles as she masturbated and sucked his cock. It had been a long time since this had happened to him. But he didn’t want to cum this way; he wanted to cum inside her. He reached down and grabbed her shoulders and began to lift her. She offered no resistance as he moved her against the solid oak dining table. It was almost as if she knew what was expected of her when she lay back and lifted her legs into.