Talia choked beautifully. He almost though to waste the chance to fuck her just so he could see her die at the end of his arm. Emily had also been good with her throat closed. Culler rewarded the little sister with an even more diligent pair of fingers inside her. He gasped to himself when he felt her inner welcome him, coating his digits in her tell-tale juices. This family was completely ripe for the taking. Would their mother be as keen? Talia took the slaps to her face well too, and wore the marks like intentional blush.<br/><br/>The fingers that had been inside her flexed with the strings of her moist between them, to show her that he knew something about her she might be denying. "You're eager, aren't you?" he asked, as though her discarding her jeans had been her own decision. It practically was, by coming here in the first place. He rached down her side, squeezing her hip once bfore wrapping his wet fingers around the side of her underwear, and tugging slightly to get a feel for the material. Then he yanked hard. He had to snap them twice for them to be removable, and then he went about stuffing them into her mouth.<br/><br/>"Don't spit them out." he warned and immediately let go of her throat, as though finally listening to her hand's meek insistence. She was scared, and in no mood to rebel. It would be a shame not to give her something for that. He let her lie there on her own accord as he sat up. If she did try to escape, he could easily grab her and throw her back where he preferred her. Culler was fast about getting his sex out. She'd been swift with her undressing, so it was only polite he show some enthusiasm too, right?<br/><br/>And there it was, between them, giving her the compliment of complete readiness. A monstrous thing, especially when he kept her legs parted by his hips, and laid the thing over her waiting cunt, already glistening from his fingers' work. "Do you think Emily will be jealous when you tell her?" he asked as he pulled himself back to have his slit kiss the parting of her folds. If she for some reason tried to answer through the fabric of her underwear or the hold of his hand if she'd spit them out, he'd interrupt her by starting the press that would introduce the bulb of his limb in her. He gasped. "Fuck, you're even tighter than her." and he honestly thought she should be proud of that. Talia was the smaller girl, after all.<br/><br/>He laid over her to have some support against the couch as he lowered himself, his weight feeding her the stretches of his member to her dewy but incredibly taut space. "She didn't much like this part, but I feel like you're a little better raised, aren't you?" he said as he had her look down by grabbing the back of her head,  unless she'd made him squeeze her neck again for silence, in which case tilting her would be even more intuitive - all to make her watch her body being overtaken by his, inch by inch. Culler groaned, annoyed.<br/><br/>"For fuck's sake, Talia, would you relax a little, you're tearing it off."