Her body was smarter than her. It recognized that he could do whatever he wanted. Her struggle was just a formality for herself now, and Culler didn't mind that much. He was sure he'd train her well eventually. He enjoyed the friendlier, though still taut hug of her inner as her moved at his own pace. She wasn't trying to squeeze the life out of his cock anymore, and that by any measurement meant she was more accepting and keener on this than she'd started out.<br/><br/>The hardening of her eyes between her fingers made him chuckled in amusement. She was being stubborn about this, but it had no effect on its outcome. He was sure she knew that, and so this attitude was just for her, to think she was doing something about her own debasement. That alone was a confession of compliance. She wasn't kicking and crying anymore, like last time, even if he'd put his cock up her ass.<br/><br/>He grinned when his manipulative words made her stop her pleasurable wiggling. She was easy to read and he appreciated her continued naivety. Talia was a much more responsive playmate than her wailing sister had been. While she stilled, he kept on moving, and it seemed she forgot her decision to keep from doing anything to pleasure him eventually. She was so transparent. It was probably her body blinding her to her own hypocrisy so it could have what it wanted. It had been betraying her ever since they'd met.<br/><br/>She liked how he used her wrist to keep her in place. Her first sound and then the sounds she tried to stife in a not so subtle way assured him of that. And so he squeezed that little wrist harder, and fed her ass more of that it seemed to like. His hips were throughly fucking her now, with new stamina, given that she'd already been seeded in her dirty hole once, which meant she had a ways to go before she would get seconds. He sighed in pleasure, watching his newest project come along well. She was whimpering nicely now. These sisters were such treasures.<br/><br/>Her face and all its confessions showed when she tried to push at him, but her cunt was already showing what she actually felt, and the camera wasn't helping her keep her secrets. "Just look down at your pussy." he suggested as he put the cameraphone far to the side and grabbed her last wrist too. Since she was so far his physical inferior, he could easily hold both her wrists with one of his hands, like she'd offered him reigns. It became infinitely easier to push into her now. His free hand grabbed her messy hair, and turned it toward the spying phone, so she could see herself on the screen, taking the cock of her sister's rapist in her ass, and liking it.<br/><br/>He tilted her to the side, letting her lay down facing the camera so she couldn't escape herself. "See that face, Talia? That's the face of someone loving what's happening to them." he explained and petted her arm and shoulder, like she was his animal, all the while driving into her at a pace no recent virgin should have been able to take. "Does it make you feel special? I didn't even get to fuck Emily in her shithole." he pointed out. "Just give up." He suggested, pounding harder in the more pliable ring. "Just let yourself free and admit you like it. You're fucking dripping."<br/><br/>He would work her, and try to find the ways that she liked being stabbed, his hips colliding into her rump to make it jiggle with every impact. He was going to teach her to like it in this hole too. And make her watch as she came, no matter how long she'd have him fuck her ass before that happened.