She didn't want to see the moist on his fingers, and he supposed that was expected. At least she whimpered prettily when her panties cut into her before they broke. She knew not to spit them out when he stuffed them between her lips, and she stayed still even when he let her go for a short moment. Compliance compounds all trauma. How beautiful she was, sucking on her own ripped underwear. She was loosing such musical sounds into the muffling cloth, and it was gorgeous.<br/><br/>He sucked at air when her meek hands tried to push his hips back, and it only inspired him to lean more on her, which inched his length along inside her. He growled when he realized she wasn't going to let up with her slick muscles, and pushed hard, suddenly, stabbing her with his cock to punish her for her cunt's reflexes to clench. He kept her head in place. "Open your eyes or I'll fucking kill you and throw the corpse on Emily's lawn." he threatened. He wanted her to see how her sex was choking on his.<br/><br/>Culler pulled out after having inserted half of himself, and then started sliding in again, slowly building a pace inside her. "Is it everything you dreamed of? You're just like your older sister now." he whispered darkly in her ear between puffs of strained enjoyment as he tried to adjust to her small insides. Eventually he bottomed out inside her, and continued to move deep for a while, without drawing back very far. "Emily could take more." he stated, like Talia was failing where her sister had excelled.<br/><br/>He was finding a good angel in her and sighed with triumph. His motions became more volatile and reckless. It was easier to fuck these sisters, since they provided such slick folds for the taking. What a perfect bloodline. Culler leaned on the one hand not in her hair for leverage and height on his hips as he abused her, colliding with her bottom, high in her stomach with every thrust. Emily had taken it well, but he was getting more and more attached to Talia's hard tunnel.<br/><br/>"Here's something your sister liked." he said and pulled out and turned her around. It was a thoughtless and harsh retreat, and he was sure it would leave her gaping. With her face into the cushions and her ass up, knees set on the couch, he drove back into her, her slippery entrance and the flesh hallway better accessible from this new stance. He put his hand on the side of her head to keep her where she was, cheek to the couch, as he continued to clap himself against her ass in his efforts to masturbate his cock in her clenching hole.