As I started to move, she walked toward the hallway that I knew led to her bedroom. The sway of her hips was mesmerizing as she walked in front and to...the left of me, still holding onto my hand. She paused at the door and turned to me again. Karen softly said, “It has been a while for me and only two other men have been in this room since my husband died. I just want you to know, I’ve never moved this quickly before and I’m a bit nervous.” Hoping to reassure her, I said, “Karen, I know the kind. Her sphincter had become relatively relaxed now, so although it was still a very tight fit it was easier to re-enter her, so I made my pace of my fucking a little steadier, kissing her back and listening to her heavy breathing. After three minutes I started going faster and entering harder, the friction caused by the speed building up a lovely heat between our flesh, but not causing pain because of the oil.Nina began panting heavily, and letting out small suppressed squeaks, her head arching. Strange twinges shivered through my body. I groaned, squeezing her pliant tit harder. I massaged her nipple with faster strokes, sliding my thumb around the nub, caressing her areola.“Gods, sister dear,” I groaned. “Such a hungry glutton for my cum.”“Such good cum,” yowled Zanyia.My sister squeezed my balls in agreement, her eyes staring up at me.I stared back, groaning, the pressure building and building, surging through me. My hips pumped, thrusting my dick to the back of my sister’s mouth. ..it hurt, and I asked him again to stop. Instead of stopping, he swept me off his shoulder, took two steps back and threw me on the bed. As small as I was, it wasn't that hard for him to sit on my chest, pin my arms down and bind my wrists with some ropes he had already tied to his bedposts. Did he have this planned? You tell me. Those ropes were awfully convenient. Once he had my arms tied, he stood up and got a pair of scissors from his nightstand, then proceeded to cut my t-shirt off of me.