Hay is for farm animals. There was my beautiful baby sister, smooth and tan and naked, and one of the best-looking young men I have ever seen. There was never any doubt in my mind that it had been worth it. He sensed him before her, kneeling before her. The irises were a little too long to be fully human. This was something different. Exhausted, she tumbled beside me on the bed. Within seconds, a torrent of love juice flowed over my chin and Hardcore onto the bedspread. She slowly pulled them past his hard-on, which had to be eight inches Hardcore. Her knees brushed the side of the bed and she found herself directed, like some puppet, until she was kneeling on the bed, facing it's foot, her hands still bound behind her, her eyes still robbed of sight, her nipples now throbbing madly with each beat of blood through the sensitive tissures, and the four trecherous monsters vibrating inside her.