Tangles and Temptation by India-Jean Louwe

the wash the stretch of her throat and length of her back. A shudder ran through her as she spread her wet folds of her pussy and dipped her finger into her crevice. Holding the way open with one hand, her massaging finger swirled around the very visible, tender bud. Eris felt his erection throb painfully. Sappho squashed the melon he had seized until the pulp and juices flowed between his clenched fingers. Kyra moaned as she spread her legs slightly and inserted her finger into her wet entrance fully.
    Eris could hold himself back no more. He called out his instruction as he rose. “Rinse her.” His lance proudly pointed the way to his desire. He followed blindly. He reached her just as water came cascading over her head and shoulders. Another command echoed his as Sappho approached.
    “Leave us.”
    The girls scurried away.
    Kyra halted them with words. “I will choose who shall enter my tight, hot pussy.” She licked her lips. “I shall taste which I prefer.”
    Sappho and Eris both took a breast in their hands and fondled. Sappho impatiently pushed forward, stealing her lips in a hungry kiss. He pinched her nipples gently between his fingers. Kyra thrust her breasts fully into the caressing hands.
    Eris admired her body as she received his brother’s kiss. He continued to tug and play with her aroused nipple. Finally she turned her face aside. It was his turn. His kiss was unhurried, light. With slow, steady swipes of his tongue along the seams of her mouth, he coaxed her lips into parting. Still he did not rush in. His tongue sank in patiently, exploring, caressing. His hands moved down and covered the tuft of curls at the junction of her thighs. She lurched as her arms snaked around his neck. She clung to him fiercely, leaning into his body, drowning in his kiss. The choice was made.
     
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    Sappho eagerly moved around her, accepting her decree without argument. He caressed the dip of her back just where it greeted the gentle well of her ass. Yes! He did not mind this at all. His finger dipped into the tight crevice of her bottom, slick and wet with water, as he whispered in her ear, “You burn a fiery red here even though you are no korinna , no maid.” His hand looped around her ribs to grasp her breasts, kneading and rolling her taut, hard nipples. “You have a body of great kallos , beauty. It is made for the hands of a man.”
    Kyra arched her body back, allowing him more access. “Then touch me as a man would.”
    He kissed the side of her throat and nibbled at her ear lobe, peeking beneath the material as he pulled her back, supporting her weight against his chest. His tip of his cock glistened with dewy pre-cum droplets. He rubbed his hard length erotically at the slit at her bottom as his fingers spread her cheeks. Using his own juices to lubricate the tight hole of her ass, he inserted his thumb, gentling stretching her to accommodate the forthcoming impaling of his great size. She was easy to manipulate, highly receptive. Her anal channel grew moist and pliant fast, sucking on his digit as the muscles contracted greedily. It made her even tighter and sweetly inviting.
    His guttural growl was all the warning he gave. In a deft move, he seated himself on the stair and pulled Kyra down onto his awaiting lap. Holding her weight up easily, controlling her, he placed the tip of his cock at her inviting entrance and fed his cock to her inch by delicious inch. His shaft pierced her tender opening from behind, impaling her but very, very slowly. Kyra screamed as she was torn apart. He stopped at regular intervals, sinking his nails into her spread ass cheeks as he forced down his urge to thrust into her brutally. The entire moist lining surrounding his cock squeezed at him ruthlessly, urging him on.
    Finally he was submerged to the hilt. He paused long, luxuriating in her tight, hot channel. His hands moved to her hips, anchoring her, as she spread her legs, leveraging herself on arched, straining