I then proceeded down to the basement, dropping my wet clothes off in the laundry bin. I then walked up stairs to my room, my cock swaying from side t... side as I went, which was a freedom I was not accustomed to, but as I was alone in the house, was one I was going to take advantage of. Once I got to the top of the stairs I heard a weird grunting noise coming from down the corridor, which only grew louder the further down the hallway I got, until I was standing in front of my sisters door. I. I never saw him again that night.I lay with my face in the pillow, crying quietly. The couple that were on the bed took notice and asked me what happened. I explained it to them as best I could, but was feeling extremely biased at the time and probably made it sound like he ****d some drunk, innocent girl, when I knew quite well I wanted to be fucked - just not by him.The guy offered to go and find the k** and call the cops, but I insisted he not go after him. I wouldn't say why I didn't want. You can see her wetness start to drip down his shaft. The sight is actually making me extremely turned on.All of a sudden Brandon shoves his cock the rest of the way in and starts slamming in and out of Kara’s virgin pussy. She screams as her breathing gets extremely heavy and she lets out moan after moan.“That’s how we break a virgin pussy in,” Brandon says.“Oh my god, he feels so incredible. I can feel every ridge and bulge of his cock,” Kara says. “I think I would cum so incredibly hard if. But you, you look very much like your mother, and I mean it as a compliment.”“Thank you, Doña Maria.”“I was so happy to learn that your father and mother had found their way together again. He was, I should say, most unhappy over their rift. Your mother is such a wonderful woman.”“Yes, she is,” Eleanor smiled. “I must congratulate you on your excellent English, Madam. Have you been to England before?”“No, this eez my first visit. I learned a little as a child. We lived in Algeciras and we had.