The pale golden liquid swirled in her glass, catching the light and her attention. She found herself drawn to the patterns on the wine’s surface, lo...t there. ‘Reading tea leaves again?’ she laughingly questioned herself. She took her time, sipping from her glass, flipping through the t.v. channels but watching nothing in particular, until the sleepiness overtook her. She was tired. It was like a sudden wave of exhaustion hit her, taking with it every ounce of energy she had left. She pushed. She could feel the tingling sensation in her nipple as her milk flowed through it and into the mouth of the man she loved. There seemed to be a direct connection between her nipples and her vagina. The orgasm built and her vision tunneled, everything but the sight of his face leaving her yet again. She felt his hand pulling on her other nipple, and suddenly she was there once more. She could feel his love for her and felt the amusement of her sister-wives at the sounds she was making. As they. There was an urgency building inside me that I had never felt before. I had only one thing on my mind that consumed me for the time being. That was to fuck my s****r. I needed to fuck her. I need to make her mine. Nothing was going to stop me now from having my way with her. I had never felt like this before. My s****r noticed the change in me but she didn’t seem to be afraid or apprehensive. She reached for my cock and began to stroke it hard. She bent over and sucked my cockhead into her. " She took a final sip of her drink and placed the empty glass on a table next to the couch. "Ceciline." I could tell from her accent that she was a foreigner, but couldn't quite place where she was from. "I'm Nicola." I told her, even though she hadn't asked. Ceciline just nodded and went back to staring at whatever she had been looking at before. Only a few minutes passed before the man entered the room again. He had changed into jeans and a blue tshirt which showed his muscular arms. He was.