Chapter 80

• She could feel his cock get thicker, harder, pulsing inside of her mouth. She had no hands to hold his staff, or position it better, so she worked, blindly, to keep the head inside of her. Using her tongue, she had felt every inch of his flesh as she worked her lips, sucking and tasting. Sensing a change, she thought the head of his cock was thickening, and seemed to press inward with more urgency.
• Perhaps it was perverse, even arguably a little sadistic, but Maeson knew that eventually Kimber would need some sort of sustenance so when her lengthy suckling teased an orgasm out of him, he let it go into her mouth though he didn’t hold her head he told her, “Drink it,” in a soft hiss as an order. The words were actually more than he intended, but he just couldn’t hold it in and he liked the idea that he was feeding her his cum for her sustenance through the day. In that was the perversity he reveled, and the thought would have him back at the bed throughout the day feeding his little sister his semen in a marathon of forced orgasms.
• Clasping her lips and holding her mouth tight against his flesh, she could feel the quivering of the flared end against the back of her throat, and soon his fluid was shooting into her. She was so starved for stimulation, for anything but the dark, she did not even need to hear “Drink it...” hissing from his lips, though his words made her latch on even harder, truly suckling at a different type of food giving appendage.