. like this," he murmured."I love you, Brad," she whispered. "I realized how much when I missed you and even sought you out in other men. But especial...y when I saw you again. I wanted to pull you into my room and rape you." I wish you had," he said, chuckling. More seriously he said, "Your body feels perfect in mine. Just the right height so I can pull you up and..." They kissed. It went instantly from a first attempt to complete abandonment. His hand indelicately squeezed her butt. Both hers. She was waiting for me in the small wooden wharf, standing and looking towards my boat in a way that looked like she was rising from the waves. She was in a white cloth I couldn’t identify from distance. It floated in the wind like a cape down her legs, but it wrapped her up over her shoulders strongly. Sun was behind me, so she must have seen me as a black figure with bulky outlines standing in the boat. But sunlight hit her directly, painting her in orange. Like another sun rising from. Her pussy seemed tight, wet and on fire. She began to cry and whimper and thrust herself down on my dick, impaling herself on my cock… she was tighter than I can describe, and yet her hot wetness made her pussy indescribably erotic.She roared and moaned, impaled on my cock as she rocked herself back and forth, pressing her clitoris… but I stopped her and yanked her forward and bit her breasts hard and began to savagely fuck her, in wild full blooded strokes, as I banged her ruthlessly while our. “Do you think you can get me to stop by doing that?” Silas demanded. “Lie still and let me fuck you.”“I hate you,” he responded through the tie, voice still sounding groggy.Silas pumped into him with shallow movements, the feeling in his gut growing more intense.“You will, for a while. But this is still happening.”“Why?” Ian had the nerve to ask.Silas laughed. In spite of himself, he pulled out of his brother’s warm depths, his wet member bobbing. He let himself rest between Ian’s mounds.“Why?.