Without another word, Silas spat on his hand and rubbed japan himself until he was wet enough, and roughly forced his way inside his brother. Ian let out a silent cry, spit soaking the silk tie. Silas noticed the reaction, grinned, and pushed himself in deeper. He pulled out enough to spit again, then slid inside, smoother this time. He picked up the pace quickly, making no attempts to be gentle. Ian began to fight, and Silas responded by pressing himself down on his brother with his full weight, which seemed to take the breath and the fight out of him. “I told you that if you fought me I wasn’t going to be gentle. Do you believe me now, baby brother?” Silas panted. Silas maintained a steady pace, occasionally pulling back to see how much red he was wearing. The amount wasn’t terrible—Ian had bled much japanese more the first time, and Silas had learned to lubricate himself more. Ian sobbed gently into the pillow, but when he seemed to have had enough, he shook his arms and tried to throw Silas off balance, which nearly worked. Silas braced himself on his arms on either side of Ian, keeping him boxed in, and grinding his hips as hard and deep against Ian’s dildo as he could. Ian shouted in pain, the loudest sound he’d made since waking. “Do you think you can get me to stop by doing that?” Silas demanded. “Lie still and let me fuck you.” “I hate you,” he responded through the tie, voice still sounding groggy. Silas pumped into him with shallow movements, the feeling in his gut growing more intense. “You babe will, for a while. But this is still happening.” “Why?” Ian had the nerve to ask. Silas laughed. In spite of himself, he pulled out of his brother’s adorable warm depths, his wet member bobbing. He let himself rest between Ian’s mounds. “Why? Because I want to, if you couldn’t tell. And because I can.” Silas laughed again, jamming a finger into Ian’s loosened hole. “Because I dream of a day when I can lock the door to my office, stand at my desk and say to you, ‘bend over’, and you will. And you won’t do it because you’ll get off—I’ll make sure that you don’t—but because I’ll get off.” “Never.” “You will. How long we fight until I get you there—and you get me there,” he added with a smirk, stroking himself and smacking Ian’s cheek with it, “is up to you.” “Never,” Ian repeated. Silas smirked. “You can try to hang onto your ego if you want, but we both know I’m stronger. You’ll only last out against the pain for so long. If I make obeying your easier option, eventually you will roll over and offer me your body whenever I ask. But I don’t need you demanding anything from me, and that’s why it still has to hurt. I won’t be a slave to you.” Silas untied the necktie and removed it from Ian’s mouth. “I’m too close to getting off, and I’m not nearly done with you. I go from sliding them back and forth to pushing inside the wet tunnel. It was way too small japan for me but it was a wrap skirt dildo so I knew that I could get it round me. Emily turned, and centered her brandy-brown eyes on Brian. Soon enough I pulled her to me and she Rams at me and the force caused my dick to go into her pussy. “I like being teased you told me years ago. I said it will be your new home. Her lips opened for her mouth to adorable take me in, she went deep down the shaft, I saw her choke, just the once, as she took it in too far. But your brain can still receive the signal.” On the screen were two different sections of the program. I for one would be on edge and miserable without his expert manipulation of my body and the pleasure he forces on me. I don't think any of us could find another man to please us like he does.” They all looked at each other and agreed with Alice and Vickie. Filling her with my love juice. My cock has always been too thick for her. Kelly She was gagging but still trying to suck as she wanted it so much. I had never seen her looking so wanton. This was the first time that someone other than myself had touched me sexually since I japanese was sixteen, and I had only done a few minor babe things with my ex. You owe me an ass fuck, studmuffin!” she gloated. They would be the paint I created my illusion out of. Because after all she says she is doing it for me...lol. May I please have food and drink.” He said. Carole let out small squeals as he butt-fucked her hard. Eventually the laughter in my sister’s room died. FUCK! Making gestures with her hands that she needs help getting up. He especially loved the way her uvula tickled his head when he struck deep.