"Sister Sophia said that it's so magical that after roaring it would even shoot a magic blast.'
'Fuck!'
Husband, then brother Ethan…
Which man could resist this.
"Brother…"Claira asked with limpid eyes
A low groan escaped Ethan's lips. Claira's small, hot hands were already fumbling with his belt buckle, her clumsy, drunken determination utterly disarmed his resolve. The thin cotton of his pants did nothing to hide the thick, hard ridge of his cock, already straining for her.
"Fuck, Claira," he whispered, his voice husky. He caught her wrists, but her wide, tear-filled eyes looked up at him, pleading and utterly lost.
"Please, brother Ethan. I need to see it. The sleeping dragon. Please let it roar for me."
Her words, so innocent yet so filthy, were the final crack in his resolve. With a sharp inhale, he let go of her hands.
