His hands started wandering, starting at her taut stomach, moving down to her long, long legs, exploring those for a while, but eventually he reached ...er firm, tight arse, and pulled her against him.Freia could feel Heath's erect member pushing against his pants. Reluctant though she was to break off the kiss which was causing butterflies in her stomach, and explosions in her panties, she knew she had to free her brother's cock, and worship it like she had last night.Heath was momentarily. His dark hands squeezing the full cups of her bra.... kneading those soft breasts that my fingers had so often caressed. Her panties down still trapped around one of her stiletto heels. His other hand squeezing the round globes of her ass. His dark fingers digging into her lily-white flesh. The flesh that my fingers had, so many times before, roughly squeezed.I watched.I watched her fingers ease his thick black cock from within the opening of his trousers. Long painted fingernails stroking his. My legs kicked feebly against him and my mouth wailed its terror as he slashed and beat at my breasts with the crop until they were criss crossed by swollen red welts. He whipped them like a madman, striking first one, then the other, then both together, as my legs and hips twisted and flailed helplessly. Tears poured from my bleary eyes as the burning, shattering pain of my breasts mounted.He let go of my hair and my head jerked upward and then forward, hanging down over my burning tit meat. I. She was out of the house by 9:00 a.m. Ken got up to take a piss. The apartment only had one bathroom. Dell heard the man peeing and was waiting outside the door in just a pair of purple lace boyshorts covering his sepia-toned cherry-shaped tushie. His chest had puffy nipples and was smooth like the rest of his body.Ken stopped in his tracks. He took a step back.“You don’t like it,” Dell batted his dense eyelashes. His cat-like light-brown eyes intently stared at the somewhat taller.