"It hurts so much," he rasped. His bony hand reached out to cover hers. He looked at her bowed head, at the silver strands that graced the dark hair. ...A single tear splashed on the back of his hand.When she finally looked up, her eyes were wet and her nose was pink. Something in him twisted at the sight of those tears. He always hated to make her cry."How can you ask that of me," she whispered, forcing air through the lump in her throat.His other hand came up to cradle her cheek. She closed her. I know not long now I would probably cum again but he hasn't and I know we wouldn't stop until he has now. He makes me get on all fours in his office sitting area table and enters me from behind. Fucking me with a slow thrust that gradually increases, when I start begging for him to fuck me harder and faster, in hopes he cums, because I am on the edge of crashing, he finally groans "I'm about to cum, cum with me ."He grabs my breasts and squeezes them as he increases his tempo, fucking me. My sister Sarah is 18 and compared to me she's just so sexy. Taller, longer legs, bigger boobs, and curves to die for.Of course she's still my sister, so most of the time I think she's a bitch. But while we fight in real life and drive our parents up the wall I can still secretly fantasise about her. Which I do.It started with a single moan. Sarah's room is next to mine and most of the time we argue over whose music is too loud and annoying. At night when I touch myself I keep quiet so nobody. “Neither.”“Well, let’s fix that.” Suddenly Jack began to walk around the boy, humming all the while. “Hey, what the fuck are you do-“ He yelled out as the cold metal of the pipe began to slide into his rectum, bruising and abrading his anus. After eight or ten inches Jack stopped and left the room, leaving the rusty metal deep in Patrick. “Another martini, mistress?” Basil asked a woman sitting near the front of the stage. She eyed him closely then shook her head, shooing him away. He smiled at.