He'd almost released into when she obeyed him, staring at the demise of her own autonomy, how her sex was being forced open and fed his member again and again. These sisters really were delicious, but different. Emily had tried to fight more, even though he was sure he'd forced her to like it, too, this one was more obedient, it seemed, which made her perfect for molding. Either way, he didn't expect to get any trouble from them after the act. He let her take in the show of her tightness being claimed. She made her lovely sounds against the panties, but she was slick around him.<br/><br/>She could fight best she wanted, it didn't even slow down his pace. He used her for her tightness, her reflex to squeeze him out lovely and novel around his insistent limb. There was no trouble turning her around, and he reveled in returning into her. Culler huffed in delight as he continued the assault on the girl, clapping his hips against her ass to pound the end of her tunnel fiercer. She was like a buffet of illicit enjoyment, only resisting enough to make it better for him, never offering a real possibility of escaping.<br/><br/>He kept his hand on her head for a while, driving into her selfishly. Her muffled sound were good, but he figured she'd learned her place now, and he let her head go, to let her stand on her hands while being fucked if she wanted, so he could pull out the wet fabric from her mouth. If she tried to scream he would shove her face first into the cushions again, so she could tell her complaints to the muting couch instead of shouting into the air. If she was good about it, and didn't raise her voice to alarm anyone who might be close - maybe he'd simply thrust that spirit out of her - he'd let her keep that little freedom.<br/><br/>Either way Culler went about violating her willing gash, hurrying now, and bruising her insides in his own pursuit. He deliberately delayed when he was getting closer, choosing the angle and rhythm he thought he got the best responses from her. "How many times do you think you sister thinks about me a day, Talia?" he posed to her. He'd become a shadow over their family and the milestone for Emily that marked when her life changed. It was a beautiful conquest. Culler slapped Talia's bare asscheek again.<br/><br/>He gritted his teeth when he had her hips collide into his. Frantic now, his clapping violence. He grunted when he released into her, sighing with every new searing burst. He pulled out after catching his breath and then sat back down on the couch, wiping his forehead, cock still full in his lap. "That wasn't bad, was it?" he asked, laughing. If she was anything like her sister, she wouldn't be able to get away even if she tried. Emily had thought to stand up and run after, but he'd fucked the flight out of her legs, and watched her stumble to the floor on her first attempt.<br/><br/>"Come here." he said and waved toward his cock. "Clean me up and we'll call it a day." The limb glistened with dark pride over what it had done to her, threads of his white and coats of her own juices glittering to remind her what had transpired, and how her own body had been complicit in it. "Or you can stick around for seconds, if you want. If you need to, you can just call Emily and tell her you'll be late home." he said with a short laugh.<br/><br/>He was feeling very content at the moment. His victim having delivered itself, and reminding him of a good time he'd had long ago, and telling him the effect of his actions on an otherwise tightly knitted family. If she didn't come to his cock by herself, he'd grab her hair and turn her to push her nose up against the slathered length. "And while you're at it, you can tell me in more details how your family is doing." he likely didn't mean the good parts. In a dark way, maybe she'd get something out of telling someone what had happened after something had broken Emily.