"Harder," I hiss. He quickly gains momentum as I command him to go harder. "Yes, yes, yes! Oh, just like that! God you're good!" my nails go down his ...hest in an attempt to make him go faster. I couldn't get the right words out to make him do so, though. My back arches as the feeling of ardor rises inside of me, making me moan out loud his name, something I know he likes. "Is. This. Hard. Enough!?" he growls like an animal in heat, the most emotion I've gotten out of him for the night. "Oh,. He motioned the girls to the bars and then held their chins in his hands and placed his forehead on theirs.“I’m not as good as my sister, but hopefully it will help,” he told the girls when he had finished. They both nodded that they felt better. The hot meal that Kale managed to bring them also helped. He told them he hoped it was edible as he wasn’t a very good cook. The ship’s cook had refused but said he was welcome to do it himself, so he had.After eating, Yalla stripped off and got down. His whispered voice startled me a bit. “Nah,” I responded, feeling a bit of shame at admitting my failure to my little brother. It made me wonder how hard it was going to be admitting to my buddies that I was still a virgin. “I gave her a good finger-fucking, though,” u*********sly, I raised my hand to my face and took a big whiff off the fingers, which less than an hour before had been shoved-up my date’s twat. “And she did pull my cock out and gave me a hand-job.” “Did ya squirt?” Billy. Mistress Z was grinding her hips against my hand and moaning into our kisses as I rubbed harder and faster, the feel of her sweet nectar soaking through her panties making my cock painfully hard. She felt my cock twitching in her hand and stopped stroking, then curled her fingers into my hair and yanked my head back, staring at me with an eyes half-closed dreamy look of lust, her whimpering moans almost chirps now as I rubbed faster and faster.Still firmly gripping my hair, she guided me to her.