Consistency and Frequency

After my sister's asshole started to stay stretched open by the sheer **** of my pounding cock, I was ready to blow my load. She was barely breathing, and in her **** coma, had her mouth hanging open. So messed up, she hadn't even clenched her teeth when I **** every inch into her unwilling hole. One, two, three strings of semen launched from my cock. I was aiming as best I could for her tongue, but instead spurted nearly every drop on her nose, brow, cheeks and chin. She'll have both no memory of this nor understanding of any liquid on her face when she comes to. Sure, her body will remember some of the pain it endured. But she won't question me, my intentions, where her fix comes from, or what happens to her when she's out of it.

I'm feeling hungry, after tearing that dumb cunt's asshole apart. She doesn't yet know the box of horrors she's opened up by remaining hooked on ****. I write a little note, telling her I'll be back shortly with snacks and another couple of doses. She's on her back with her legs splayed apart. And I see many, many hours of use and **** with my new toy.