"Have we gone too easy on your sister?"

You ask the question, and then you see them, Elle's pearly white teeth, smudged with red lipstick, exposed as she gives you a wide grin. You figured she'd like that.

Then you glance over at Carrie. If she's really given in to her inner slut, if she's really letting her clit do the thinking for her, she won't be a bit concerned about what you plan to do with her next.

She doesn't look a bit concerned.

"Lie back" you say to Elle who obeys, but with a bit of a confused look on her face. She's probably wondering why if you're about to get rough with Carrie you're still giving her orders. But she doesn't have to worry. If you'd wanted to, you'd have shoved her to the ground. But you didn't. You have other plans.

And for those plan's you need Elle's thigh-highs. You start to peel the right one off her sweaty leg, slowly, sensually. It's moist, but not moist enough. You ball it up in your hands and give her wet cunt a good wipe.

Now it's ready to be stuffed into Carrie's mouth. So you do. She opens wide, eagerly even.

With the second thigh-high, you pull it off, wrap it around Carrie's neck, cross it, and pull, yanking her body straight back on her knees.

Then you make eye contact with Elle. "This whole thing may have been my idea, but it was Carrie who called you and got you involved. What do you think she deserves for that?" You ask.

Elle takes a deep breath and licks the bottom of her teeth. Watching her succumb to the sexual madness that glazes across her eyes is the most ridiculously erotic thing you've ever seen.

She shuffles up and aggressively shoves two fingers into her sister. Then three. Then four. Carrie almost collapses, but you hold her up using the thigh-high around her neck. All three of you are exhausted. There's no doubt about that.

It takes some doing, but Elle eventually gets all four fingers deep inside her sister's widening twat. Carrie moans softly like a happy but tired puppy. Then gasps as her own sister shoves her hand as deep as she can into her pussy, only about wrist deep. Too bad.

After a few more seconds, Elle takes her wrist back, inspects the pussy juices that cover it, with pride, and wipes it off down Carrie's face.

And that's enough to finally bring you to the point of bursting. You shove your girlfriend forward and push your sweaty cock into her asshole. It takes only three thrusts for you to cum.

As the jizz leaves your cock and fills Carrie's ass, you realize that you're violating yet another one of your President's slut video rules. Then again, you've broken all the other rules, so you doubt Carrie and Elle will care much.

But maybe you're wrong. As you pull out, a good sized dollop of jizz drips out of Carrie's asshole and down her inner thigh. Eagerly, almost desperately, Elle leans in and licks it up, holds it in her mouth, and then, wearing a look of pride that you've never seen on her before, spits it over her sister's face.

Is it to be in compliance with the video rules, or is it just to demonstrate that she has the sickest mind of anyone in the room. You might dispute that, but you don't want to ruin her moment.

As the jizz runs down Carrie's face, her sister turns to you with twinkling eyes. "There." She says. "Now are you satisfied?"