...the sweetest honey made au naturel she had come to know, out of her little sister's damp cunt. She looked up to see Frida's red, tear-streaked face, then looked at her chest. It was covered in goosebumps and looked twice as large. Anita must've really gone to town on it.
"Told you I could walk you to the edge of third base," Nikita said with a smile.
"However…" Anita said, climbing off the side of her sister and facing towards the room's door.
She turned to her sister with a warm, glowing face. "You and I still need to hit the homerun." She twirled, all wrapped up in that devious leather lingerie, towards the door. "I'll be in the guest room," she said tauntingly from the hallway.
Frida looked at Nikita. Nikita looked at Frida.
"If you're not going to tap that, then I am," said the elder sister. Grinning like a kid in a candy shop, she ran out of the room, leaving her trembling, exhausted, and not to mention drenched victim to contemplate what was a, not the first, but still a, psychologically damaging experience.
Frida laid there, just…just laid there, thinking about the past two days, trying to understand why Jesus Christ was letting all this Silence of the Lambs, Saw, bondage porno shit ...