"I've always had a thing for Andrus' brother," Sweet Amour admits, her voice barely above a whisper as she plays with her small, firm tits. Andrus Varosc, the brother in question, smirks, his cock already tenting his pants. He approaches her, and she reaches out, stroking his length through the fabric. "I want to feel you inside me," she purrs, and he obliges, pushing into her slowly, filling her inch by inch. She gasps, her back arching, her ass pressing back against him. He grips her hips, pulling her onto him, fucking her slowly, deeply, just the way she likes it. Their bodies glisten with sweat, their moans growing louder, more urgent, as they chase their release together.