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"For years I've brought honor to our house, managed our lands while Gaius waged his stupid little wars for nothing! What has that little cocksocket ever done with his life but coat it in seed!?"
She glared out the window as she spoke, her heavy tits pressing against the glass, nipples hard on the cool surface as she leaned low over her sister's head.
Any answer Aninna might have made was forced to take the form of gagged grunts that were mostly smothered by her sister's hefty sack smacking into her chin.
Lucilla, the youngest sister, lounged on a couch nearby; a slender smoking pipe in one hand, her cock in the other.
"Gaius must have seen something in him," she said, sucking on the stem of her pipe and blowing sweet-smelling smoke rings towards her older sisters as she lazily stroked her shaft to the insecstuous show.
It was the wrong thing to say.
The furious matriarch forced her massive cock to distend her sister's throat visibly as she let out a wordless shout of rage, Lucilla getting a perfect view between Venus' powerful thighs as she stuffed it as deep as Annina's jaws would allow and simply held her still.
The poor woman sputtered and gagged, bubbles of saliva bursting past her strained lips and onto the base of her sister's massive shecock, her fingers clawing at her ass, but Venus only down into her pleading eyes with contempt and satisfaction as she imagined her son beneath her.
Lucilla only stroked herself harder, grinning at the erotic dominance display. She knew no harm was meant by it, and that Aninna enjoyed it too if her pre-leaking erection was anything to go by.
She got a good view of her sister's ass clenching, her balls pulling up tight to the base of her shaft and of her other sister's struggles intensifying as Venus flooded her throat with thick, sticky cum.
When she was done using her sister as a cumbucket, Venus puled out, her fat shaft dripping a lewd mixture of her spunk and Annina's saliva as she turned to face a young (and very erect, if the bulge in her white uniform toga was any hint) page girl.
"Inform the Mistress of Whispers that I would speak with her," she said, even as Lucilla rose from her couch and set her pipe down, approaching her sister with a hungry look in her eyes. "But tell her to take her time getting here..."
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