Fucked?

Mario, the little asshole didn’t wait for me to give him my consent but he did get what the legal profession would say was consent from me. He returned his mouth onto my pussy lips and returned to tonguing my clit. Within seconds he had me once more squirming in delight as the tip of his tongue traced patterns across my clit. I cried out…

“OH GOD MARIO, DON’T STOP PLEASURING ME!”

Then he did the exact opposite, Mario removed his tongue and moved up between my legs, over my body and got the tip of his cock hard against my pussy lips. He traced them with the tip before he sent it through them and well into my passage. Oh god his cock felt even better than his tongue did and I didn’t want him to feel that I was going to forsake Fabian for his cock!

At first, the girth impressed my undersexed mind, but Mario really never did much with it. Sure he moved in and out of my passage, but that was done so slowly that I had a hard time deciding if I was getting anything from Mario’s cock being inside me. I mean it had been a while since Fabian had filled me with his cock but just the girth alone made my inner walls grip his cock hard as they tried in vain to expel his cock.

Also Fabian was very vocal when he took me, Mario might as well been using sign language to tell me that he was excited. With Fabian, I would have a hard time thinking about anything except his cock working me over, but with Mario I just realized that the ceiling could use a new coat of paint.

Fabian had a way to make me swear and exhausted when he fucked me, but with Mario I just felt as if this could have been his hand and he would be just as fine as my pussy was being. So disappointing considering all the fantasies I had developed over him and his body.

Suddenly Mario was calling out “DAMN EMMA, I’M GOING TO CUM IN YOUR PUSSY!”

I just thought,Well if it as lack lustered as your fucking then it will just land about an inch inside and stay there!

Just to encourage him to cum and get off me “Oh god Mario, don’t cum in me or I could get pregnant! Again in my mind, Fat Chance of that happening!

Then I felt a bit of warmth between my legs then nothing. Mario moved from between my legs and calmly looked at me as he stood up with cum dripping from his cock.

“So Emma, I bet that makes you think you married the wrong brother doesn’t it?”

If nothing ever could that just proved to me that even when Fabian isn’t touching me sexually I still had the better brother! Now I started to wonder if I should tell Fabian or just let it slip my mind about cheating with his brother?