Foot-level Perspective

“Fine,” she sighed, “but he better use lots and lots of lube. Working her hand back and forth at the same time she fell into a rhythm pushing Embla over the brink. “You are sadistic.” Embla said as she got down on her knees. “Hey,can I see your hand?” Embla said. She got up and then tripped over Ask who lay on the floor rubbing his head. It scored way higher than whatever the pizza shop on the corner could ever produce. “He better wear a condom.”
“No condoms in the house.” Embla said with a smirk. “I want to see you fuck your sister.” Her voice was low and husky. “Now..” Vicky said folding her hands, their bellies full. And drugs and alcohol with this kind of money? Especially with her parents.” Embla pointed out. “Aw, shut up sister fucker.” Vicky teared of the thin blanket covering him.