"Over my dead body you're marrying him," he said, the head of his circumcised c**k pulsing in his boxer briefs under her licentious caregiving.
"Why are you doing this to me..." she whimpered as she trailed her fingers along the contours of her kid brother's chiseled stomach, defiance seeping from both her body and mind with each passing second.
"Because I can't allow him to have you." He breath stammered out when she hooked her thumb into his waistband. "Allow anyone to have you." He pulled at the mane of her golden hair and coerced her blue, needy eyes to gaze up into his.
"Oliver, baby!"
He shook his head at her pitiable plea and fastened his grip on her hair, his eyes unwavering, as he softly yet determinedly whispered, "You're mine."
"God help me," she mewled while ridding him of
