Talia was being delightfully compliant, her vodka spiced ass at his eyelevel where he sat. It was very intimate, hearing her spout about her sister while her hand was made to touch his rigid flesh. He locked eyes with the image of Emily, and he felt his cock twitch in Talia's touch while the story went on. He sighed to let the girl know she was doing great in entertaining and pleasing him. Culler leaned back in the couch and alternated between staring at her ass and the image.<br/><br/>The scene was pretty, two sisters finding something dear in the shards of what he'd done. Really, Talia was the strength that was left of the family because up until recently she'd been able to stay out of his reach. How sad for her, that she'd thought she could have some cathartic shout-out with him, when he'd needed much less motivation to ruin her sister. "I'm glad you guys are still trying to keep in touch." he offered. It was sincerely meant, but his gladness over it was because it also made his power over them more clear.<br/><br/>He sighed pleasantly, both from the unfolding imagery of her game of running with her sister, and her hand's work on his rod. Culler hooked his other hand in her underwear and started peeling it down, eager to see that butt peer back at him. She liked it there, didn't she? "You should try to cheer her up. Maybe meet her here." he suggested and looked around. "Once you get settled in." The unspoken meaning that was heavy in the room was that he'd invite himself, of course. And then his brow quirked. "Cousin?" More of her family to entertaining him.<br/><br/>He lowered her by her hip toward his waiting cock-head, inhaling slowly when the dick touched the folds that had become familiar with him, between her thighs. "Tell me another story about your family, one that'll please me." he said and wondered if she'd be wet as he continued to move her down the length of his dick. He controlled her descent easily - she was fit but not stronger - and his breaths became darker as her inner was made to swallow him up.<br/><br/>"How about that one?" he asked and gestured toward another one, hoping it would yield an equally interesting story. Really, his plan was to fuck her while she shared intimate things about herself and the ones she loved, to conquer another part of her. He liked to get into his victim's head, and have them be unable to protect themselves, even if they tried. He squeezed her hips and continued to thread her over him, working on a rhythm and expecting her to help with her own movements soon, when he started letting go. He didn't mind if this pace wasn't so brutal, in fact, if she wanted to take it at her own preferred speed he'd let her, since the debauchery of it was psychological this time, having her relive happy moments while essentially betraying her own blood.