"I guess you're like your brother, huh," she said as she slid her hands back behind her back and clasped them together. "A fan of face-fucking..." She looked up at him slowly, her eyes smoldering and her gorgeous fiery hair flowing sexily down her back to her feet again.

He shrugged. "I guess so," he stammered.

"Oh Honey, don't be so nervous," she said playfully. "You can't hurt little ole' me. You go ahead and get as rowdy as you need to, Sweetie. I'm a tough girl! I can take it." She raised an arm and flexed to prove her point, drawing a smile from him.

Still nervous, probably because...