It was always a bittersweet moment, when her mouth parted from her brother's monstrous dick, yet she knew that giving him charge of claiming her pussy was far better in the long run. Her teeth sinking against her lower lip, Emily already anticipated what was to come next, when Andrew smirked down at her and agreed to her erotic begging. He helped her stand, she reached for his hands and steadied herself, still somewhat fogged from the levels of intimacy they had already obtained. Every time they were together, acting out their perverse inclination toward one another, she was always swept up by the adrenaline, the rush that tied with the taboo of their relationship.<br/><br/>Her lips were promptly captured by his, leaving her body weak, as she whimpered against the kiss. Digits rose, caressing small lines over his chest and shoulders, pressing her large mounds and hardened nipples against his front. Sighing into his mouth when his hand collided with her soaking source of heat, she trembled against him afterward, feeling her cheeks flush at the sound her juices made when his fingers swept over her velvety folds. He had gotten her so wet, and rather effortlessly at that. It was always like this with Andrew, that power he held over her one he often used to his advantage, knowing how to use it expertly at this point in their controversial marital bliss. Her moaning response to his brief fingering was muffled by his provocative lips, but he knew all too well the affect he had on her, the effect his penetrating finger had on her body, which immediately was overrun by tingles and shudders.<br/><br/>Moving with him, letting him guide her to the edge of the bed and turn her around, so that he was facing the surface of the bed, Emily bent forward, spreading her legs far apart for him, arching her back so that her hips were angled perfectly for his ease of access. She was too lost in this moment to be distracted, to hear any noises from outside the bedroom door, oblivious and unaware to the presence of her children from just beyond that barrier. Instead, what she focused on what Andrew behind her, taking position between her spread legs and prodding his swollen helmet against her silken opening. "Aaanh, don't tease me, Andrew. Just shove that cock in me," she pleaded once more, never being one to need much foreplay, often raring and ready to go at a moment's notice, finding the method of foreplay to be oftentimes more tormenting than enjoyable.<br/><br/>She was a woman who knew what she wanted, and lacked the patience to wait for it. Thankfully, Andrew was in a giving mood, and would not cause Emily to endure another tease. Swiftly, he thrust himself inside of her, making her gasp fully, a moan edging the end of that deep inhalation, as his impressive size all at once, filled her up. "Oh god!" She cried out, throwing her head backward as her hands balled up into fists against the blankets beneath her. She was just as tight now, as she was then, the slick walls of her pussy having to be forced apart by the sheer strength of his member, every time. "Yes, yes, yessss," she hissed out, whispering her mewls of delight as he worked his way up into a slow pace of thrusting, sending her body to bounce in response to his every advance, the sound of skin slapping skin slowly growing louder, her pussy juices drowning his cock, squelching as he carried on.