Isis Lusty Sizzle

“Is it going to hurt?” He whimpered.

“Not too badly. Besides, I’ll kiss it and make it better.”

That wasn’t all she’d be kissing, but he’d never sit still through the procedure if she told him.

Isis fired up the Thermal Cautery Unit placed the mask over her mouth. Minutes later, she placed the finishing touches on her artwork. Three perfect letters forever branded on her boy’s hip.

She pressed delicate kisses on his new mark. Focusing her attention on her favorite part of his body, she licked a path from root to tip.

He groaned aloud.

“Did that hurt?”

In Unison

“Mine.”

“Mine.”

“Ours.”

Born of one womb, two brothers sharing one woman, their woman.

In unison…two lips, one body. Kissing and licking the sensitive nipples beneath their mouths.

In unison…four hands, one body. Stroking, caressing the trembling skin beneath their hands.

In unison…two cocks, one body. Thrusting, one above and one below, bringing their lover closer to climax as hands and mouths worship her.

Sex fills the room, her cries echoing off the walls. So close. Stroke, lick, flick, fuck. Their lover is close. One thrust, then two, in counterpoint. Assaulting their love, demanding her release.

And then it comes.