Maybe you could… Indian XXX You can feel tremors in her hips, like she’s trying to grind against you, but stopping herself midway. Deep. “Oh. “Uh. That’s not allowed. You tasted the forbidden fruit, and now you have to forget it. I… You can’t do it again. Door opens. When did he wake up? You’re having more. I just want you to-”
“See, that’s exactly what I’m talking abot.” A wicked grin spreads across your face. Talk, I mean. “…it’s not really rape if you ask for it, is it?”
Her brows knit together as she tries to process your statement through the haze of arousal. You have to forget how swwet it was… Her eyes remain vulnerable though. You occupy yourself with school and homework. “I w-want… You try to think rationally. Hers, warm and soft against yours. You don’t even know what yhou’d say if she confronted you. to…” She forces the words out between pants. Yes? Your heart skips several beats. Wet. I… You hear the front door open and shut. “…How about your mouth…?”
She opens said mouth to say somethng, but you predicted thes. The entry and retreat of an angry younger sister.
