He didn't answer. He positioned himself. The head — broad, wet with precum, radiating divine heat — pressed against her entrance. The hair — her thick, natural bush — compressed under the pressure. The lips — dry, tight, resistant — began to part.
From the darkness beside them — from the other side of the bed — a voice. The thick woman. The sister. The woman who had been fucked into submission and was now, in the dark, on the same bed, spreading her legs.
"How can I help you, Master?" the thick woman said. Her voice was raw. Devoted. The voice of a woman whose purpose was to serve. "Master would help you," she said, directing the words to her sister-in-law. "Let Master help you."
