Rose cracks one violet eye open, relishing her sister's reaction, the way her cunt clamps down around Rose's cock, and she laps at the bite wound she's inflicted, growling at the metallic taste of blood that coats her tongue. And then, still fucking Dove mercilessly, she begins to talk her off.

"Come on, Dove, come on, you little whore. You're my little whore, bitch, and you had better come for me if you know what's good for you," she pants into her ear. Not that Rose is going to relent once she does cum; she'll stop when she's good and ready, and not a moment sooner.