A meterosexual hand, pampered, manicured and callus free from a life without labour, was strengthened by an animalistic grip. A talon, trimmed and healthy, pressed against Kathryn's skull, her conditioner-commercial hair knotted around his fingers, tugged by his flexing hold. The brunet wave caused Herbal Essence moans, but all those full-bodied flips over the shoulder which caused envy and desire no longer dazzled. The shimmer was sweaty and that perfect brush was thrown; he forced her face into the bed like a man willing her to suffocate.
And like a victim she gasped for breath. But there was no panic and no struggle. She rasped and he was relentless. He kept her in place, into a pose of submission, while flesh slapped together without grace or amorous sensuality. Pressure was placed on her head when she snapped a demand, a grunt responded to her order or perhaps his rapid penetration. Refusing to heed her, he cut his puppet strings, entering her with little finesse or technique for her benefit. A deeper plunge with more intensity was denied. With his free hand on her hip, he sped up his thrust, his back bending and his body arching over her, hurrying toward his own explosive release.
With no contribution to his reputation as a talented man with an impressive and overactive sex drive, Sebastian choked out his quick ending, with more self satisfaction than physical gratification. He shot into her, ejaculate that was socially pronounced as 'off limits' to his step-sister's sweet smelling and overly temping cunt. Above her his whole body stiffened. The momentary paralysis was short lived, however, and he rolled off to lie beside her naked, landing with a soft thump like her dildo had a few short minutes before.
"What the fuck," was her breathless, but nevertheless angry, response as her bottom dropped and her head swung around to face him. Sebastian was admiring her toy, holding it up above him and observing it with more attentiveness than he was to his sister who he had left high and dry.
"My cum rag," he trumped, linking back to their previous cruel banter. And he pointed the large toy, which smelt deeply of her, to her face, pushing it tauntingly toward her lips which showed off her displeasure. "You've got to learn no means no," he hummed matter-of-fact as she swatted the toy from her face. With a sigh of disinterest he turned onto his stomach. "I told dear Cecile that the only difference between her and a toilet is that when you're done with the toilet it doesn't keep following you around. Your silly power games are beginning to reek the same way. An air freshener of coyness doesn't change the fact that your only purpose is to sit their waiting for me to take a dump."