Ursula was wailing, the pain was intense but even worse this was Ryan doing this to her, he flipped her onto her side, she looked over her shoulder to see her brother taking her like she was a slut. And then pain, unimaginable pain, as though she was a victim of Vlad Dracul, Bram Stoker’s Dracula, Vlad the Impaler, he’d taken her quickly and at the extreme of his length, she screamed then tried to push him off, he slammed her and forced her down. Ryan was fucking with her, in fact he reveled in her fragrance, deep forest mossiness, a richness that only Mother Nature could duplicate, he reached for the Swiss Navy Silicone lubricant and laid the bottle on the bed. Ryan gathered up the sheet and took it down to the laundry room, he started the washer then went back up, got a fresh sheet and made the bed, he also sprayed the room with Fabreze and opened a window, her ass was near perfect but her shit stunk.
