“Oh god!” Henry groaned as he slowly pushed into Julie’s tight entrance.
Julie, on the other hand, was experiencing something new, something she was not accustomed to –a shaft in her tight p***y, stretching her walls, inch by inch.
She whimpered and shook her head from side to side on the rather uncomfortable bed.
As her brother was about to breach her virginity membranes, he paused, and looked at her. She was a sight to behold, with her hair spread about her head, her eyes closed –in ecstasy or in pain, he didn’t know– and her beautiful breasts on display.
“Are you ready?” He asked gently.
She simply nodded.
“Use your words, sweetheart.” He instructed in a soft murmur as he stroked her hips.
She opened her eyes to look at him. “Yes, lover, I’m ready. Hell, I was born ready,”
