Oh, Brother... (Pro & Jan)

It was pretty cool having the house to himself, Drew had to admit. Not that he was supposed to have it to himself -- his parents were gone, yeah, and for a whole three days, but what did his stupid sister decide to do the second they were out the door? Go out drinking with her friends, instead of staying behind to watch him for the night like mom and dad had asked. Which was awesome, really. That meant Drew had the whole place to do whatever he wanted with, and when his dumb sister got back, he'd have some leverage over her to make her do his chores or something. She'd be blackout wasted when she came stumbling back through the door, if she even came back at all. He'd make sure to grab a video and send it to their parents, if she fucked with him all weekend. They didn't have the strongest relationship.

When the front door opened, Drew paused, looking up from his TV and pausing his game. Oh, boy. Well, that had to have been his sister, and he wasn't sure to be nervous or excited. He'd never seen her drunk before, and so she'd either be a completely funny mess, like a lot of drunks seemed to be, or she'd be twice the bitch she usually was. Hopefully it wasn't the latter. Hopping out of bed, Drew fixed his dark, somewhat shaggy hair and opened the door in to the hall, poking his head and looking both ways. "Hello?" he called out, looking towards the living room. "That you, sis? Dude, you are gonna be in soooo much trouble." A grin pulled at his lips, and he fished for his phone in the pocket of his jeans, ready to start recording.

This was going to be good.

Natasha didn't have much in height on Drew, but she'd always been able to boss him around since before either of them could remember. All she needed to do was to jab her finger into his chest and raise her voice, and he'd be a simping coward before she could blink. That was how she normally interacted with him--do this, do that, or else I'll get in your face and you'll end up doing it anyway.

Naturally she was more sociable towards her friends. But drinking was a little out of character before. She'd rarely done it before, and that night was the first that she'd tested her limits. Or, well, passed them

Stumbling into the living room, she tripped over the arm of the sofa and landed face down on the cushions. Giggling madly, it took her a moment to realize that her miniskirt had hiked up even more than it was intended to, giving Drew a flash of her ass as he entered the room.

"Well hey, little bro," she grinned, looking at him over her shoulder. She was flushed, and her hair was exactly the same dark shade as his, though she kept hers longer and straighter, much more feminine.

When Drew came in to the living room, he pointed the phone at his sister, already recording, then blinked at what he saw before lifting his hand to block her from view, turning his head slightly away. "Whoa!" the younger brother complained, and though he wasn't looking at her himself, he was still recording everything she did. "Pull your skirt down, seriously!" Yeah, she had a nice ass -- everything about Natasha was nice. That's why it was so easy for her to wrap men around her finger. But Drew wasn't the same, and he didn't care for her that way -- at least, he was pretty sure that he didn't...

"Hey, mom, hey, dad," Drew snickered, ignoring her ass and stepping closer to get a shot of Natasha nearly passed out on the couch. "Here's Natasha, she just got home from a long night of drinking even though you told her not to. Say hi to mom and dad, Natasha!" Before she could reach out and grab him, if she tried, he hopped back and laughed again, though kept his camera trained. "I think she's a little mad," Drew apologized for them, lifting his gaze to look at his older sister for a moment. Well, if he just ran to his room and locked the door, there wouldn't be a whole lot she could do about it... except bang and bitch repeatedly.

Instead of grabbing at his phone, or, more to her character, grabbing the nearest book and flinging it at Drew, Natasha just giggled and waved at the phone with her fingers. "Hi, Mom... hi, Dad," she said. She tried to sit up, failed, and then, licking her lips, began to inch her almost skin-tight skirt down across her broad feminine hips. He'd told her to pull her skirt down, after all.

"So how was your night, little bro?" she asked. "Pwned a lot of noobs on Xbox live? Jacked off ten times in a row?" she taunted. That was a bit like the normal Natasha, except the normal Natasha would have said those comments in a mean-spirited manner. The drunk Natasha was just teasing him.

"Dude, what's wrong with you?" Drew asked, and though this was basically pure gold, he couldn't keep recording with Natasha beginning to strip in front of him. Her brother dropped his phone and gave her an odd look, blushing slightly at what she'd said. He wasn't sure why he was so afraid of Natasha. Maybe it was just him being scared of girls in general -- but she was mean, loud and very intimidating. Even drunk, he wasn't sure if he wanted to mess with her. She was unpredictable, right now.

"No," Drew eventually lied. That wasn't true. He'd played his Xbox all night, and with Natasha out of the house, he'd jacked off once. But only once. Ten times was kind of crazy. Stepping forwards, he grabbed one of Nat's arms before she could wiggle her skirt all the way off, though it was still halfway past her ass. "OK, you're super drunk," Drew said. "You're gonna be in trouble, yeah, but you need to go lay down or drink some coffee or something before you burn the house down and do something stupid."

Natasha just laughed as he took hold of her arm and licked her lips. Looking at him over her shoulder like that, as he stood tall and strong and in control of her... she flushed a little. Then she grinned and hooked her free finger around the other end of her skirt. Then, grinding those wide womanly hips of hers side to side, she continued to tug her skirt down. She had a fantastic ass; even in jeans she was used to getting double and triple takes. Unclothed, it was unlikely that Drew would be able to take his eyes off of her.

"But whyyyy?" she whined, before giggling. When she saw that he'd dropped the phone, though, a flash of her old bitchiness showed itself again. "Hey, who said to stop recording? Pick that shit up right now," she demanded. By now, her skirt was caught around her thighs, but she pulled it up, then down, then up again, just to tease him.

"You're crazy," Drew muttered, stealing a shameless look at her ass. Just for a second. There wasn't anything wrong with looking for a second, was there? But when she wiggled her hips and pulled her skirt up and down, jiggling her rear, it was hard to tear his eyes away. He watched porn. He'd seen a lot of it. He'd always wondered what it'd be like, to see those kinds of things in person, to do those kinds of things himself, and this was the closest he'd ever gotten. How would his sister react to all of this when she wasn't drunk, though? Well, maybe she wouldn't even remember all of it...

From her position, she'd be able to see that her brother's cock was beginning to grow stiff, an impressive outline against the jeans he was wearing. Without thinking, Drew raised his phone and started recording again, and this time he focused on her ass instead. After a moment, he got cold feet, though, and he seemed to realize that what he was doing was wrong. "OK, let's go to bed, Natasha," he said, pulling on her arm weakly to try and get her to stand. "Or I'm just gonna leave you here." Well, couldn't hurt, letting her pass out on the couch, right?

She grinned, drunkenly, and continued to tease him with her skirt for a few moments. The tight cloth seemed to be on the verge of tearing as she slid it up and down her ass, and what she wore underneath it didn't help at all. Natasha's thong was so skimpy that it was hard to see clinging to the generous curves of her butt. Regardless of whether or not Drew was an ass man, that sight was one that was hard to resist. And when he finally did as he was told and raised the phone again, Natasha took things a step further. She slid a dainty hand over her ass, groped at herself for a moment, then spanked herself hard enough to leave the slightly reddened outline of her fingers on her fair skin.

"Go to bed?" Natasha repeated. For a moment her eyes flashed dangerously, and then she caught sight of the thick stiffness growing in Drew's pants. She licked her lips again, then slowly stood. It wasn't easy when the move kept rooming around her--that is, when the room kept moving around her.

But she got to her feet and leaned heavily against Drew's shoulder, so that he could half-guide, half-carry her toward her bedroom. Her tanktop was as revealing as her skirt, and owing to how busty she was, it showed a generous amount of cleavage. And just then, that cleavage was pressed right up against her little brother's arm.

Drew was an everything man. Then again, that could probably said of every hormonal teenager ever. Ass, tits, face, he was fascinated by all of it, and when Natasha smacked herself, his blush intensified, and the boy was only just now realizing how slutty (and how hot) his sister actually seemed to be. Too bad she was his sister. Even if she wasn't, Natasha was out of his league, anyway.

When Nat stumbled on to him, he paused a moment, turning to look at her. With her breasts pressed against his shoulder, strained against her top and ready to bust free, it was hard not to notice just how stacked she was. Really, Natasha had it all -- well, she almost had it all. No amount of hotness could ever fix that bitchy personality.

"I swear to God, you're a secret pornstar or something," Drew grumbled at her. He didn't fight Natasha just yet. When they were in her room, he'd be able to shove her in to bed and leave her to pass out. But they weren't there, yet. He tried to wrap his arms wound her shoulders, but with the way she was pressed against him, he could only support Nat by placing a hand on her waist. It accidentally grabbed at her round ass for a moment, and then he cleared his throat sheepishly, planting it on her hip instead as they made their way down the hallway.

"Here," Drew finally told her, stopping at her door. He opened it up but didn't step inside. "Now go to bed, drunk-ass."

Her thick butt filled hi palm nicely, though Natasha couldn't help but bite back disappointment when he set his hand on her hip instead. Well, even that wasn't entirely chaste. The way she walked alone was exotic, even without her firm perky DD cup chest nuzzling against his upper arm. And she had to admit, Drew wasn't bad looking either. Sure, his hair was a little, well, unkempt, but it suited him. Apart from that, he was slim but strong, and with the sort of facial features that just seemed masculine.

She was going to enjoy this.

All too soon they were in her doorway, with her queen sized, perfectly made bed just in front of then. He told her, none-too-politely, to get to sleep, but she had other plans.

Suddenly, Natasha grabbed Drew's arm and forcefully threw him forward into the bed. Then, after closing and locking the door behind them, she joined him, giggling the whole while, and starting to pull off her tank top.

When she grabbed his arm, he blinked, surprised by how easily Natasha seemed to toss him in. Drew stumbled all the way to her bed, which he fell on top of after his knees hit the edge of the mattress, causing him to land in a sprawl. "Dude! What the fuck!?" he accused, turning to glare at her. She'd been physical in the past, but not weird like this! And how had she thrown him so easily? Must've been some drunken strength.

"Whoa." It wasn't like he could jump at his sister and stop her. And in some weird, fucked-up, incestuous kind of way, he wasn't sure that he wanted to. Still, the fifteen-year-old younger brother could only watch with wide, blue eyes as his sister rose her tank-top higher and higher until it wasn't any longer covering her chest. "Uh." First the skirt, and now this. Either this was some weird, messed-up prank show, or Natasha was drunk enough to... well, do anything. He'd tell her to jump off a bridge, but she'd probably do it.

"Sis, what are you doing?" he asked nervously, uncomfortably, manhood seen clearly through the material of his jeans, now, long and stiff. He crawled backwards until his head bumped the headboards, resting on a pillow. Still, he looked left and right for some sort of escape, but his half-naked sister blocked the only way out. "Stop, it's not funny."

Natasha left her tanktop bunched up around her chest, over her bra, leaving her belly bare. Though she was a curvy woman, she was lean in the right places, and this showed when she straddled him, drew her hands into her hair, and breathed in hotly so that he could hear it. She had him trapped, and now he was hers to do with what she pleased. Usually that would mean chores or errands, but that night, she had something different in mind.

"It's not supposed to be funny," she said, but she giggled anyway. "See, the thing is, Drew... I didn't get lucky tonight at all. No one approached me--well, no one I'd consider sleeping with. Poor me," she said, pouting even as her hands began to smooth over his upper body and belt buckle. He actually was pretty attractive indeed.

When Natasha moved to straddle him, he tried to roll to the side, jump away, do SOMETHING to keep her off of him! He'd tried, anyway.Truth was, he was too stunned to move -- too stunned by the appearance of his drunken, hot, half-naked older sister, and he wouldn't dare admit that to anyone. He was even having a hard time confessing it to himself. But it was the truth, as wrong as it was, and when she moved to sit on top of him, he eyed her stomach and where the tank-top was bunched up around her chest, paralyzed with nervousness and fear.

"Stop," he murmured, weakly. He told her that, but he didn't mean it. Her hands trailed down his chest and to his belt buckle, and just beneath those jeans, her brother's massive cock was begging to be freed. Drew's hands wanted to touch her, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Grab her ass, squeeze her tits, hold her face. But that was just wrong, wasn't it? Natasha didn't seem to think so... "I-I'm serious, I'll t-tell mom and dad."

In most circumstances, Natasha might have shook her head in disappointment at her little brother. He'd always been a wimp, afraid of doing anything difficult, or dangerous, or risky--in fact, half of the time, it took a lot out of him to walk to the bus by himself. Perhaps that was a small exxaggeration, but Natasha made it clear, with painful frequency, that she thought her brother was a coward.

Now his hesitation just made her giggle. She could feel his eyes on her, from the wide flare of her shapely hips, to her lean little belly, to the way her tank top and bra hid enough of her breasts to maintain the illusion of chastity, but bared enough of them to make him flush. She drew her face to within inches of his, breathing hotly onto his face, and then planted a brief soft kiss on his lips.

"Go ahead," she said. "Go ahead..."

His hands were twitching, wanting to rise and yet terrified of doing so at the same time. So Natasha took them up and set them on her hips, then pressed them down so that he was grabbing at her ass while she began to kiss her way down his chest.

When his sister leaned down so that their faces were nearly touching, he could small the alcohol on her breath. It was a reminder that all of this was wrong, that none of it was genuine... even if it felt so right. Drew opened his mouth to protest, but no words came out. She caught his lips with her own, and they kissed each other, and the only noise her little brother could make was a startled, confused kind of sound.

"F-fuck, Nat," Drew complained, watching nervously as she started to drunkenly kiss a path down his chest. Where was this going? With his hands forced to her hips, they hovered there, uncertainly, and then stupidity seemed to replace common sense, and he guided his fingers to her ass and beneath her skirt to give her firm cheeks a tight grip. "Holy shit."

He couldn't believe this was happening. Where was Natasha going with this? Her lips were going down... and down and down... and Drew both anxiously anticipated and feared where they might stop. Growing a bit more courageous, or perhaps only more stupid, he ran his hands over her flared hips and up her curvaceous sides, stopping at the bunched-up tank-top that'd ridden up and over her breasts, fingers taking hold and trying to pull it off.

By then, Natasha had pulled Drew's shirt up halfway to expose his midsection, and his lean but defined abdomen. She spent a few moments kissing over each of the taught muscles, her lipstick leaving the occasional mark on his pale skin (he spent way too much time inside, she noted to herself, way too much time on the old Xbox). It was therefore a minute before she felt his fingers running over the cloth around her chest. But when she did, she gave her dark hair a toss, looked him in the eyes, and, giggling, peeled her tank top off.

Still clothed in her bra, Natasha was beautiful. Large soft breasts, slightly tanned skin, dark hair, green eyes, and the best part of it was that she was trying to unbuckle his belt. It was difficult, given how drunk she was, but in a moment she had it off and somewhere on the floor, judging by where she tossed it.

"Hey, who said to stop filming?" she asked, as she drew her face closer toward his crotch. "Get that camera back on me." She then winked at him as she took his zipper into her teeth and, inch by inch, began to pull it down.

(If you could have his cock spring up and smack her in the face, that would be great)

"Oh, fuck." Drew said it sharply. It wasn't an awesome kind of 'oh, fuck!,' but the 'oh, fuck!'s he usually gave when he knew he was going to be in trouble. Like that 'oh, fuck!' he gave after getting last semester's report card, or the one he'd shouted after putting a dent in to their mother's car. Nothing good ever, ever came after an 'oh, fuck!,' but as Natasha straightened her posture a bit to pull her tank-top up and over her head, teasing him with those large, warm tits... well... there was an exception to every rule, wasn't there?

"What?" He seemed to snap out of some kind of trance after she'd spoken up again, his shirt riding halfway up his stomach. Drew tore his eyes away from her almost-naked body and swallowed, giving his sister an uncertain nod. He'd do whatever she told him to, for the time being. He'd do it because he was afraid of the power he had over him, and because he didn't want any of this to stop. The teen decided to finish what she'd started, and he simply tore his shirt off, tossing it across the room. Only his jeans remained, now, and Nat seemed to be fixing that problem, too...

Drew fumbled for his phone and started recording with one hand, the other nervously falling down to brush Nat's dark hair out of her eyes so he could get a clear shot of her face. "Hey, hey, watch out!" he felt the need to warn her, and as soon as his zipper came all the way down, her problem became apparent. A thick, ten-inch, teenaged cock sprung free from its prison and slapped Natasha right in the face. Shit! He winced, confident that would've pissed her off. Meeting her eyes, he could only think of saying one thing.

"Oh, fuck."

Whenever Drew used language stronger than "stupid" or "darn", Natasha was given to slapping him or else berating him until he locked himself in his room and pwned noobs for the rest of the day. Now, though, she just giggled and continued to work his zipper down. She nuzzled gently into his hand as he stroked her hair out of her face, but was too focused on what she was doing to hear what he said next.

The result was that she didn't have a chance to dodge the heavy meatstick that swung at her. It caught her in the cheek hard enough to smack her head aside and make her rub her cheek painfully. When she looked back to see what had happened, her eyes widened and she gaped, too shocked to talk for a moment.

"Ho-o-o-ly shit," Natasha said eventually, before giggling girlishly. She saw that her hand had wrapped around that fat white smooth meatstick (or half of it, anyway) and was gently starting to stroke it up and down. His big cock pulsed in her grasp as she gently started to jack it off, before she eventually looked back at Drew and placed her chin against his groin, holding his member against her face.

"Holy shit, Drew, it's bigger than my face!" she exclaimed. Her other hand had disappeared, but it became clear why, when she tossed her miniskirt onto his face.

OK -- Drew wasn't going to lie to himself. He knew he was big. He'd watched enough porn to know what 'big' was supposed to be, and he was fucking big. To the point to where it almost seemed unhealthy or unnatural -- scary-big, freakishly big, whatever. Honestly, he'd half-expected Natasha to be repulsed by that, but as she took as much of his girth in to her hand as she could and started stroking him up and down, well, that didn't seem to be the case. The teen groaned softly, filming her still, and he swallowed when his shaft touched her cheek as she held his massive length up to her face.

"Y-yeah, uh, I guess that's pretty crazy," Drew said, wondering where her hand had gone. When the skirt came flying at him, though, he didn't have enough time to react, and her little brother flinched before it landed right on his face. He could smell his sister on it, and there was something fascinating about holding on to a garment she'd been wearing, though he peeled it from his eyes again so that he could look at her, holding the skirt in his off-hand instead while Natasha continued to stroke him. His thick cock twitched with every little touch, pulsating in her hand, and he swallowed again, wondering what she'd do with it. Just give him a hand job? Take it all the way down her throat? Ride him? "That's not normal, i-is it?"

He groaned and twitched every time her hand traveled up and down his cock, and the way he desperately ground against her told him that her cute little brother was still a virgin. Normally, Natasha would have taunted him endlessly for this, but now, she frankly didn't care one way or the other. In fact, it sort of aroused her to be Drew's first.

She ignored what he was saying for a moment, and instead stared at his fat cock. Watching it throb was unlike anything she'd ever seen before, and though it was exciting, it was honestly a bit intimidating. She gathered her courage, and some saliva into her mouth, before wetly licking up and down the belly of his dick just once. He was uncut, it seemed, and that was good. Natasha had never been with an uncut guy before, and there had always been something she'd wanted to try out. Drawing her face up to the head of his cock, she looked deeply into his eyes and slid her tongue into the gap between his foreskin and his cockhead. Swirling it around for a moment, she effectively cleaned him off, but he was already very clean... clean, and sweet, and masculine.

"No, it's not normal," she finally giggled. "But neither are 34DDs." With that, she reached behind her back, unhooked her bra, and threw it into Drew's face before he could stare at her bared breasts.

When Natasha dipped her head and turned her green gaze on to his fat cock again, Drew became skeptical and nervous. What was she planning? He opened his mouth to accuse her, and then her tongue extended, and only a soft, virgin moan came out. The teen's grip on her miniskirt tightened as he tried to fight the pleasure, almost as if suppressing pain. There was such a thing as feeling too good, and what scared Drew the most is that had only been one small lick! He tried to imagine what it'd be like buried inside her pussy, or with his dick crammed down her throat.

"Fuck," he breathed, watching as her tongue swirled around his cockhead, stuck between it and the fold of his uncut skin. "We're so going to Hell for this." Not that Drew really put much thought in to such things. Heaven, Hell, whatever, but if those places really did exist, well... fuck it, it was worth it. He fixed his eyes on her lips when she spoke up again, and Drew furrowed his brow, heart beating a little faster as she mentioned those breasts. Uh-oh. What was coming next? His gaze fell to her chest as she reached behind herself, and the little brother swallowed.

This time, he didn't even try to dodge her clothing, paralyzed with the sight of her breasts gently bouncing free. One of the cups landed right on his face, and he reached up to gently swat it away, holding on to her skirt and her bra now. "Oh, Jesus." He swallowed again, then leaned forwards slightly to touch her, one of his slightly trembling hands finding purchase on Nat's large breast. He hefted the heavy orb, then gave it a nice squeeze, brushing his fingers over her nipple. "I'm sorry for calling you a shitty older sister," Drew breathed, looking on to her with wide eyes.

For as long as she could remember, Natasha's rack had caused guys to give her double and triple takes. They'd gotten her free drinks at bars, rides home, and on one or two memorable occasions, she was pretty sure that she'd caused car accidents by walking down the street in a tank top when traffic was bad. Now, even though she was starting to jack off her little brother's cock, his eyes were fixed on her breast. And soon, so was his left hand.

That made her moan rather sluttily, and giggle as she flushed and up at him. His nervousness and apology were too cute, so she planted a gentle older-sisterly peck on a rather not older-sisterly place, the foreskin covered head of his fat prick.

"Let's not talk about that, now," she said. "Let's talk about how my tits." She licked her lips and stroked his cock a few times, before gently pulling his foreskin down to expose his head. At this point, she licked around him a few times, covering him with warm wetness of her saliva.

"So tell me about it, Drew," she said. "How do my tits feel in your hands?"

Drew met her gaze for just a second as she started speaking again, though almost immediately, his eyes dropped to oggle at her tits again, one hand still holding one while he brought his phone a little closer to her chest to get a better angle. He groaned as she stroked him, then again at her licks, his fat cock twitching in response to all she was doing to him. Still, he couldn't bring himself to look away from her chest, and when she slurred her words at him, he responded by giving each of her breasts a soft squeeze, even pinching her nipples.

"Fucking awesome," he said without much hesitation, sitting upright now rather than laying down as Natasha stroked him. He wanted to lean forwards and bury his face between them. Drew was pretty sure he could suffocate and die happy that way, but with her at the foot of the bed beside his legs, he couldn't lean in far enough to make that happen. He'd have to do with looking and touching, for now. But he still couldn't complain. He wouldn't ever say it out loud -- even if she was blowing him and stroking him and showing him her tits, it just felt wrong giving his sister a compliment. But her breasts really were extraordinary. Big, soft, warm, round, he could go on. But he'd never say it.

"So, uh," Drew started, clearing his throat. He brought the camera up to Natasha's face so that only she and his cock were in the frame. "Not bad for a little dork who sits inside and 'pwns noobs' all day, huh?" He smirked at her, making fun of the way she'd always berate him. "I bet that's the biggest cock you've ever seen."

For all the porn he watched, Drew wasn't very good at dirty talking. Natasha was hoping for a few words, a sentence at least, but "fucking awesome" was about as eloquent as he seemed to be. Then again, with all of the blood being drawn away from his brain, it was a surprise he was even conscious. She supposed she could excuse bad dirty talking.

Seeing the camera held closer to her face, Natasha winked at it, grinning before she took him into her mouth. She began to bob up and down on him, going a millimeter deeper each time, while meeting his eyes with hers. It was such an erotic moment that it took her a few moments to realize that he'd spoken. When she did, she sucked on his cockhead--about all of him that he could fit in her mouth--as hard as she could, before coming off with a wet lewd pop that was sure to encourage a spurt or two of precum from him.

"Not bad at all, little bro," she said, jacking him off again with her soft dainty hands. She looked away from him briefly to look back at his huge cock; if she was sober, she'd be more scared than anything else, but just now she was excited. Maybe a little nervous, but definitely excited.

"I used to think my ex was big at eight and a half inches," she admitted. "But it looks like you're a full head bigger than him. A lot thicker, too." To demonstrate what she meant, she held his cock in both hands; he was thick enough that her fingertips only just overlapped. "Sucking a cock this big is totally different from doing it to a smaller cock," she said. "Usually, I can throat guys pretty easily, but with this huge thing?" She jacked him off very quickly, just for a moment, just to tease him, and shook her head. "I bet if I tried it, I'd gag all over the place." She drunkenly laughed and returned to sucking him off, looking alternatively into his eyes and at the huge member she was pleasing.

He seemed a bit intimidated by that supposedly innocent wink, and when she wrapped her lips around him for the first time, taking his length in to her mouth, Drew let out a sharp breath of pleasure that came hissing out through clenched teeth, and he balled the hand that clutched his sister's large bra in to a tight fist, laying back down again and resting his head on to the pillows. "Fuck, Nat," Drew groaned, his 'dirty talk' a bit more natural now that he wasn't simply trying to ignore or impress her. He let her underwear go and placed his hand on top of her head again, holding her hair out of her face. It was probably the only nice thing he'd ever done for her. "Just like that..."

When she came popping off of him, a few spurts of his pre-cum followed her, shooting from his tip a short distance and sticking to her lips. She took his meaty cock in to both hands, then, and Drew watched her carefully, his eyes meeting hers when she started speaking up again. "Oh, God," he grumbled, rolling his eyes at the mention of her ex. Natasha always dated the stupidest, most air-headed jerks she could find. "You don't mean Chad or Brad or whatever his name was, do you? That guy was an ass."

He looked to be in a bit of a haze as she kept on, suddenly hatching an evil thought at the mention of her last words. Well, they'd just have to find out, right? With his hand still on top of her head, he suddenly pushed down, thrusting his hips up at the same time to force more of his cock inside of her. It filled her up to about halfway, where it started poking at her throat, so thick she was probably having a hard time wrapping her lips all the way around it. He'd loose his grip on her head just in case she had to come up for air or something, but snickered to himself at the sight of her nearly choking on camera.