“James...” She said, her voice tight. “You know ... you already came in me today ... And ... if it’s already too late...”My dick throbbed. �...��Yeah, it probably is. So no harm, no fowl if we...”Her hand reached my cock, rubbing it through my jeans. I ached and throbbed, groaning as she squeezed and relaxed. The pleasure rushed through my body. My toes curled in my shoes as I let out a groan of delight.“You are a horny minx, sis.”“Thank you, big brother,” she cooed, squirming. “Will you eat my. I didn’t want to bury myself inside of her so quickly. But I took the initiative with the first inch. Just feeling my head inside of her, that feeling alone was blowing my mind. She gasped and the top of her body fell forward a little. She had to use her hands to support her from the ground. She was on her knees, holding herself above me and one inch of me was inside of her. I continued to meet her, moving my hips up and up, centimeter by centimeter. I looked into her eyes the whole time. Her. "You filthy slut" you growl, "this is for being so late home." You raise your hand and bring it down firmly across my left cheek leaving a very pronounced hand mark. You raise your hand and bring it down again across my right cheek. You repeat this process a number of times bringing a lovely warm glow across my arse. You can hear that I am trying my hardest not to cry and you gently rub my cheeks. My muffled noises of distress turn in to little moans of pleasure and you slip your hand between. Sure there was some beef around the midriff below her slender waste with an ample bum and thick thighs finished off with beautifully pedicured feet and toes.A typical rich bitch, and one in which George wanted to drain the annoying throb that was starting to build in his testicles. After all it had been more than 72 hours since he has masturbated to the thought of dumping his load into her chubby belly. There was just something forbidden and lustful about her.The drive home was quiet until.