Markus heard her, but showed no signs of it as he let his forehead rest on her chest just above her breasts. He was panting like a big hairy dog, each thrust methodical and with a purpose. As if working in perfect unison, his pounding matched in a perfect rythm with his brothers. In and out each worked worked on its own, yet the result was by using both.<br/><br/>He continues to thrust up into her, over and over. Eventually he raises his head up and puts both of his hands behind her head, locking his fingers at the base of her skull on the top of her neck. He pulls her head down to his, thier foreheads meeting softly. Nose to nose, Markus and Bryn stared into each others eyes. His pumping now almost like like a designed dance, his pelvis slamming in and out. He whispers to her, so only she can hear....<br/><br/>"Your gonna be my little obediant fuck slut arent you darlin? If you belong to Markus, no other man will touch you."<br/><br/>He kisses her again, this time much more passionatly and less violent, almost as if he actually cares. Then, the pounding of her ass snaps her back to reality as he is forcing her head into hiss, pressing thier foreheads together hard. His jackhammering is constant, like a machine his cock thrusts over and over.<br/><br/>"I told you the bitch always wanted it Drake. Im keeping this one, besides I think sis would enjoy her too."<br/><br/>Letting that sentence linger in the air, Markus goes back to the task at hand. Knowing Drake is getting fed up, he decides its time to finish it off before they get into a nother fight. He doesnt want him killing this bitch out of anger.<br/><br/>Markus pounds her ass , finally releasing every last bit of cum left in his balls as deep into her ass as possible. His hands still clenched tightly behind her neck, holding her head to his.