SAINT.
She thrashed beneath me, her muffled cries breaking against my palm as I slammed her wrists above her head and pinned her down with my weight. Her sobs vibrated against my skin, wet and useless.
She could choke on her tears for all I care. If I moved my hand, she'd spit out her rehearsed little sermon of, "This is wrong. I'm your sister now."
Cute. As if I hadn't watched her seduce me like a w***e in heat for God-knows-how-long, touching herself and pretending it wasn't meant for me. Good actress. Too bad I don't buy lies.
"You thought you'd get away with touching yourself?" I said, leaning in until my mouth brushed her ear. I dragged my c**k hard against her soaked slit, slow enough to make her feel every inch of my control. "Listen carefully. You no longer c*m unless it's wit
