Except now it was combined with love. Real, actual love, not the little sparks and embers she had felt before. No, this was a bonfire, an inferno compared to those. Zoey loved this man, had loved him her whole life, since she understood what love was, though this love was different, an addition to what was already there. What could ever be wrong about this? And that completeness combined with her love for him, and their combination stole her breath.
So she pushed down, taking more of that brotherly c**k, and reveled in the full magic of making love. Her skin was aflame, the sunlight dancing along her form as she settled her brother deeply into her gripping tunnel, wrapping him in love. She felt SO sensitive, she could feel every ridge and bump in his c**k. As usual with a big c**k, it ach
