Labored panting like the bitch in heat that Princess Laura is, echoes the marble hallways now. Her breath quickens as she feels her deviant, perverted, and lecherous brother caress her. You are inciting exquisite pleasure within her.
Kissing and licking Laura’s beautiful and delicate skin on her shoulder. She catches her breath and her eyes flutter as you drag your tongue from her bare shoulder to the nap of her neck. Sucking on her flesh you mark her body as your territory in a primal way.
Whispering you speak softly into Laura’s ear “Laura, my dear
You move your hands outside of Laura’s delicate panties. You smile as she whimpers in frustration at the departure of your hand. She her will to resist is almost completely destroyed.
Laura feels your fingers lightly caressing her sensitive pussy through the thin pink cotton garment that is already drenched in her cum. Your fingers probe her pussy, as if trying to penetrate her through the protective garment of her panties.
Switching hands, you feed Laura her own juices. The scent and taste of her own ambrosia is well known to her already. She knows that it is you, her brother, feeding it to her. Yet she no longer cares and sucks on your fingers eagerly.
Another orgasm is approaching the meridian on the edge of Laura’s mortal coil.
With a triumphant grin you whisper in Laura’s ear. “How about I rip this red dress off you and fuck you from behind so hard you’ll walk bowlegged for a month.” |