“Ahh, ah, gentle, gentle,” Elias hissed. Cream pie. “A couple weeks ago, you could hardly stand me for the length of a dinner, but since you’ve learned that I have a larger than average penis, you’re fine with me spending twelve hours a day in your room. “A couple weeks ago, you could hardly stand me for the length of a dinner, but since you’ve learned that I have a larger than average penis, you’re fine with me spending twelve hours a day in your room. Melanie couldn’t get off her brother’s dick after that. Mistress_Mel was getting behind on her orgasms, but she didn’t seem worried at all, as if she knew from the throbbing cock in her hands that she would soon catch up. Hours later, Melanie finally collapsed on her brother’s sweaty body and lay there, still impaled, breasts squished against his chest. “They’re fine, just stop messing with me and do your thing.” Elias was working very hard to convince Melanie and himself that he took no pleasure in feeling his sister crawl
