Fuck Her

Natalie was hardly deserving of any mercy, and she cried out when Aaron instead thrust his hips upward, pushing himself deeper into his sister's snatch. Natalie's wail was cut off as another convulsive shudder ran through her body, but this time instead of collapsing, she began to slowly raise and lower herself on Aaron's dick. Aaron could hear her sobbing in his ear, unable to stop her legs from impaling herself on him again and again and again.

Each time she came, the sobs became less violent, until eventually all Aaron could hear was her rhythmic breathing as she continued fucking herself against him. He'd been too focused on the slow shift in her personality to let a climax build, and he was still painfully hard when she finally slowed to a stop.

Natalie sat up, her skin shiny and slimy with sweat as she blankly took in her surroundings. She looked at her hands, her breasts, the room, her breasts again and back to her hands before finally focusing on Aaron's borrowed face and smiling.

Unsure of who exactly was in control of her body at this moment, Aaron spoke carefully.

"Natalie?"