Warwick grinned sadistically as he ran the leather of the riding crop up to soft flesh of Autumns thighs. He slowly slid it up the soft folds of her sex, for what seemed like an eternity before drawing it back and slamming the crop into her perfect ass cheek; leaving a red mark across her. He kissed his sister, showing her a sadistic smile she rarely saw, before using the crop on amber again.