She can feel her moving, hear her shifting even if she's pressed down, bent over a public toliet and in truth she could break Rose's grip on her throat. And yet she doesn't wat to finds herself obediently still under the touch, her breathing ragged. And she can feel herself dripping down her thighs, cunt clenching around nothing in anticipation.

Something in Dove cracks with a soft whimper and her head hangs lower right around the time her sister presses her cock to her slit. She's so fucking warm and all of Dove's senses hone in on that slight pressure, a tiny sob slipping free as her hips rock back in an attempt to get more.

"I want you," she says with a choked gasp, so ashamed at how easy she's breaking. "I want you to fuck me already Rose, please fuck me."