Taking hold of her throat with his hand, he softly squeezes her throat. His other hand reaching between her legs, caressing her thighs. She tilts her ...ead back into him and closes her eyes. He softly kisses her neck over and over, as he squeezes her throat taking away her breath and finding her lips with his other hand. Slowly sliding his fingers between her lips playing with her clit. He can hear soft moans escaping her lips, feeling her body tremble lightly as his keep playing with her lips.. He was blunt about the fact that she remained sheltered until their wedding. He wanted her uninformed and untouched, all the more easier to mold into the ideal woman. No bride of his was going to fill her head with politics and female rights. Men ruled this world. Women needed to be protected as if they were breakable glass objects on a narrow shelf. Thinking of that conversation only made Vivian angrier. And in this anger, she found courage to move toward the door. Once she was ruined, Lord. When she awoke it was on a lumpy mattress sodden with sweat and the strange sensations of a slobbery tactile probing in her vagina. As she blinked in the dark, her legs were wide open and she was enjoying the sensation despite herself. What was the feeling? It wasn't a prick. Not unless it was a peculiarly small and versatile one. And it wasn't fingers - the feeling was quite unlike that. As the sensation spread up her labia to her stomach, she established that it must be a tongue. No man had. Right away she knows what he is doing. His legs are wide and his hand is clenched around his erection. The thumping sound is coming from him and his rhythmic jerking. Rory has never watched him like he does her. She’s never had an interest in her brother before now. And she is just at enough of an angle to see just how big, how shapely and how lovely his cock is.Rory licks her lips without thinking. She can see the head of it covered with precum, making it glisten in the light coming through.