I'm still yearning for your touch
07-08-2013, 02:34 PM
His own fire was burning hot between his thighs, egging the gargantuan man on, pleading with him to just take from his sister what she was apparently to willing to hand over that night. But he didn't want to make it that easy for her. Yes, he was in a much more subdued mood that night, a mood that would disappear the moment the sun rose up the next morning, but that didn't mean that he was going to take it easy on her. He wanted her to work for it, to earn it, to beg for it. Her lusty moans were only the first part of his little game. He wanted to hear her beg for him to fuck her, to take her like he had never taken her before. Giving into it this early on would just spoil all the fun.
The moonlight vixen pressed herself against her brother's chest, her sweet entrance rubbing against him, sending shivers down his spine. He wanted her. And wanted her now. But he couldn't give in. Not yet. She was becoming impatient, her tail flicking away as she revealed herself to him, but Demyan denied her his shaft, the one thing she craved more than anything at the moment. Instead her buried his nose between her legs, salmon tongue lapping at sweet spot, first only brushing against it but quickly becoming more persistent, burying itself inside her as he tasted her, nipping at the lips of her entrance, wanting her weak with desire. This would be one hell of a night, a night he was surely never to forget and one he would make sure she never forgot either.
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