Ana doesn't smile. Jealousy is killing her. He gets up from spiteful chair. All jealousy. All fire. He wants to pass by

Ana doesn't smile. Jealousy is killing her. He gets up from spiteful chair. All jealousy. All fire. He wants to pass by me without decriing me nothing. Just to show me all his contempt, all his contempt. I read it in your eyes. He's not going to get his way. Neither her, nor Cris. I grab her by the arm. -Let me go!- Protest. Pretend. I'm not that stupid. Pretend like everyone else. It's an art. I grab her by the waist, amidst her protests. I kissed him neck, I vampire her, I bite her. I notice her hardened nipples, her mouth that sticks to mine. "You're hateful," he whispers to me. It's not bad at all. He lifted his elongated body in suspense and little fragile. Five feet four inches of rebellious girl. I impale her without any problem. It's been wet and lubricated for a while. His legs are linked with the mine I kiss her small, pale breasts. His tongue seeks mine. Cris is perplexed. I put it on the ground. We look for a more comfortable position. HE He kneels on top of the chair, turning his back to me and leaning on the backrest. Me admires her little white and slightly pert ass. I kiss him softly. I look for the back of her vulva and licked her lips apart. I feel her nails scratching the couch. -Come on, put it in me again.- He begs me. I deliberately walk the tip of my penis along his crotch. before penetrating her. My hands surround her body and I get into her again. To the At first the rhythm is soft and slow. But I end up dressing her savagely, without let her complain. The cavalcade runs amok. His body tightens like a rope violin and ended up exploding like a load of dynamite. It is dropped without forces on the chair. -God.- She sighs still trembling and with her breathing choppy. I stay on top of her. He kisses me again, while his hands run over my torso. -You seem stunned.- Cris does not seem very happy. Neither of them says anything. He's using all his sarcasm to give vent to his rage. But it's too smart to show no other outward sign of his frustration. Naturally, the first way of Not seeing oneself defeated is not admitting defeat. ---------------------------- I stir restlessly, and in the middle of the spring night I I wonder why it's so hot. I'm thirsty. A burning thirst. I get up and I direct my steps towards the bathroom, passing through the relative darkness of the room. I stand in front of the bathroom door. It is not possible, but it has seemed to catch a small muffled rumor. I listen carefully. repeats the freak. I push the door determinedly. There is no color. Someone has taken this evening. The eerie scene plays out before me in black and white. The most small of the two sisters with her body bent forward, her ass raised and legs apart is penetrated through the posterior hole by the Cris waist vibrator. Big, black, shiny and wet, viola without pity Ana's rectum. Cris has her by the waist and attacks her brutally, as if it were a punishment. A shudder brings me back to reality. Cris is to me side looking at me amused. "What? Are you having fun?" He asks me while he picks up my device. He paws at it a little. She masturbates me and puts it between her breasts heavy and dark. -Where is Ana? -I venture to ask. -He's in the bathroom. When I have a good erection, pour some oil body on my member, from a small bottle that is on top of the side table. It surprises me a little. -What are you proposing?- It has me intrigued. -You'll see.- He answers me with simplicity and a carefree voice. Without stopping stimulating my member, she makes a gesture of sitting down on. He presses the small head against his anus. I notice a pressure that goes gradually giving way, until Cris is absolutely sitting on top of me, and with my sex buried in it up to the hilt. -Fuck.- I exclaim. -What? Scary, huh, an intelligent woman who knows what wants? When Ana enters the room, she cannot suppress a surprised expression. -Oh. Without saying anything, he opens a dresser drawer and takes out a great black vibrator, with a pair of balls included and a suction cup on the base. He takes the oil from the table and smears it on his sex. His hand goes down to the entrance of his rectum. Enter your index into it. It's war, and for now Neither of them gives up. While Cris does his thing, I contemplate excited the glorious moment: how the girl begins to stick in the huge device, without stopping masturbating. His steely gaze pierces me while, not without some initial difficulty, the gigantic member begins to get lost in its bowels. The room is filled with our three breaths agitated and the occasional moan. Cris has some strange seizures. TO Through the mirror at the other end of the room I can see the slit totally open of her sex as if she were about to give birth, and how from her A small trickle of a transparent and slightly viscous liquid escapes. My The inflated member bursts against the walls of his rectum. Ana seems totally gone. His gaze is completely cloudy, navigating in an intermediate zone between pleasure and pain. Cris breaks away from me with triumph in his eyes. leaves the room to look for a cigarette in the dining room, according to her. I look for Ana's gaze, but I notice that she avoids me. We don't We say nothing. I don't know what to tell you. I feel a little petty. I get all that nonsense out of my head. Maybe they are just my speculations. I'm going to the bathroom to take a shower. Let's see if I can clear my mind bit. As I leave the room I see through the mirror and from the corner how the girl continues with her head down. I go into the bathroom. I turn on the hot water and get inside. TO The few seconds I feel the door open. I immediately look through of the curtains who is it. Ana has remained standing before me. It seems confusing, but final is decided. -Hey.- Start. -Yeah? -Did you want to tell me something before? - He asks me without looking at me. -Nothing. That I'm sorry. -Don't be stupid. We all know what we play. -I don't know... It gets closer and closer. I guess his gesture. He gets into the shower with me. Her thin body and vulnerable skin press against me. makes me shudder even more than his sister. I look for her mouth, her neck, her breasts. HE rub against my body. To my surprise he turns his back on me, stands tiptoe and spread your legs. -Do to me the same as my sister.- He asks me. I don't dare. I DON'T want to hurt him. I kiss her neck. -Please...- He begs me. The temptation of her tight white ass is there. My hands surround her waist. She spreads her legs a little more. I press his small opening. I do it in one go and without stopping. Like a painful act which has to be executed quickly and without hesitation to cause minimal damage possible. The muscles in your legs and back become tense. She's even tighter than her sister, I feel tighter on all sides. But the feeling of being on the edge of the limit, of precarious and extreme balance intoxicates my senses. I attack her without her stop stimulating your clitoris. Little by little his legs are losing strength. To the point where she ends up kneeling and with the top of her body surrendered on the ground, so that only her butt is raised. Moan totally exhausted and with labored breathing. Head tilted and leaning on the floor of the shower tray. His hands trying to scratch the porcelain. The water hitting, pattering and sliding down his body. we finish exhausted on the floor, almost in the fetal position. I hug his body from behind. He water continues to flow and fall. --------------------------- As I finish dressing, I can't help but hear a snippet of chats in the kitchen. I approach on tiptoe and without making a sound. -It's not bad at all, although in the end the batteries run out like everyone.- Cris comments. -Yes, but he's a rube.- Ana mocks. -He's like everyone. It is incomplete, imperfect: those who are smart in bed, nothing and those who work in bed are rednecks.- Cris laughs. -Poor thing. He's really a jerk, the guy. I freeze. I don't know which is worse. The blood rushes to my head. I'm about to enter the cook and do something crazy, but I calm down. I open the door to the apartment and leave disgusted. I can't put up with so much condescension and so much hypocrisy. "It's a game."- I repeat myself remembering Ana's words. I go down the stairs. The air outside is a little cold and inhospitable. The day is gray. I'm in a hurry to get to the job interview and a little bad taste in the mouth. It didn't take me long to arrive at the indicated address. Offices glazed. Offices, desks and computers. -One moment, please.- An employee tells me, making me go to the waiting room. -You can come in, the Director of the Department of Information is waiting for you. Human Resources.- They announce me after a few moments. The office is decorated with good taste, modern, functional. Behind the table is a familiar face. -Sit down, please.- He tells me after a few seconds. I smile with all my cynicism. Cris is not going to give me the job, but I smile. -Say hello to your little sister for me.- I tell her cordially. One does not always have the pleasure of fucking a guy in the ass. Director of Human Resources. It's just a game.