My sensual criminals

"Yeah, you shaved back there for us, didn't you?" he teases gruffly. "You're a horny little slut who's going to get her ass handed to her tonight, don't worry, James," she says to her brother, "would you like to do the honors?" And from my left, his twin laughs quietly in his deep voice.

I suddenly find myself in the power of these two huge hanging criminals who could easily crush me with their bodies. But instead of feeling fear, I feel strangely protected and cared for. The threat implicit in their bulk is not for me. In fact, I feel like in a stormy sea, I am its repose. The eye of the storm. The center of peace and calm. When their attention is focused on me, all their masculinity and strength come together not for an act of violence, but for an act of love, and I am delighted to oblige.

JACK

We came back because we couldn't stay away from this precious little girl. But things got out of hand because my brother and I were not to reveal our names. We had agreed to lay low and not reveal anything about ourselves. It would just be a repeat of the night before. It shouldn't be that hard, right?

But everything has gone crazy. She's so ready for us, wet and willing. Not only that, but she wants more. This girl is not like other dumb teenage girls, obviously. Otherwise, we would have taken those paintings and left. After all, it's not the first time we've come across a sleeping girl during one of our forays, but it is the first time one woke up and begged us to fuck her. It was the first time I could feel how much a virgin wanted some raw love. She needed it and craved it, beyond all

reason.

Tonight, we planned to repeat. We would give the little princess something to remember us by, because coming back a third time would be too risky. This was to be a swan song of sorts, but then she had done that parade in front of her window. We were too far down to see her in detail, but we could see enough to know she was beckoning to us.

And we went crazy. Every idea of keeping things impersonal went out the window, and the moment we saw her beauty in the light, every plan we had fell apart. She is gorgeous, like an angel, with alabaster skin and long brown curls cascading down her shoulders. Her big brown eyes with long, thick lashes look at us with a mixture of fear and excitement. Her face is innocence itself, flushed with anticipation, her full lips in a confused pout. I remember what it felt like to feel those lips around my cock the night before, as she emptied my cum down her throat.

And those tits. Those huge, soft tits that made my cock hard just by their silhouette. I could see them fully now, the big pink nipples barely hidden by the sheer material of her nightgown. With her soft arms, the white rolls of her belly and her big thighs, she reminds me of a figure in Titian's paintings. A goddess from another time. Such a body is no longer appreciated in today's society, much to my regret.

My cock presses painfully against the hard material of my pants, and I can see the girl's eyes roaming our outlined ridges. I lick my fingers, tasting her sweet cream from when I gently stroked her slippery pussy. Mmmm, it's sweet. Her nipple hardens under my palm as she cries out, and Jack takes the opportunity to spread her thighs and finger her ass, making her moan even louder. We're about to get what we came for.

"Brother, would you like to do the honors?" asks James. He has pulled out his gun and is massaging his length half a meter away from me. The man is huge and ready, that lethal weapon dripping with need.

In response, I pull out my own cock, making the girl gasp as her eyes roll. I don't blame her. She has two huge men, hanging with their shafts out, and she's about to take them both. Even more, James and I aren't weirded out at all. I grew up with my brother, and we share everything. So why not this tight little angel?

I laugh at the girl's confusion; she really doesn't realize the depravity she's about to experience. Or what it's going to be like.

"You know our names, angel. Now tell us yours," I rasp, forcing myself not to stick my throbbing cock between those pouting lips. I hold back and notice James doing the same. We don't want to scare this innocent little slut any more than we already have.

She takes a deep breath.

"Ariana," she whispers.

"Ariana?" I reply. "That doesn't go with you."

"I agree," James adds, scowling at her. "And I don't like it." Easy, man. I shoot her a look, noticing her turning in on herself again.

"What James means," I tell her softly, "is that you remind us of something. Or someone, to be more precise." It's ridiculous that we're having this conversation while my brother and I hold our raging erections an inch away from the mature girl we're destined to take.

"Who?" he asks innocently, his full lips forming a delicious "O". I clear my throat and force my voice to form words.

"A goddess from a painting we stole."

"A goddess?"

"Yes, and goddess names aren't Ariana," says James. "It doesn't suit you."

"Well, my name is Ariana," she says demurely. "But that's what my father calls me, and I hate it."

"Well, I guess your dad isn't your dad. But we can be, if you let us. Ariana is beautiful, and it suits you."

She smiles a little, her eyes going soft once more.

"Then it's Ariana," she answers me sweetly.

I smile at her with a frown. If I don't mess with this mature little vixen soon, I'm going to accidentally blow up in her face.

"Enough talk," James snores, clearly feeling the same way. I yank my shirt and pants off with one tug, and so does my twin. Ariana gasps at the sight of our ripped bodies, and I don't blame her. My brother and I train like crazy because criminals need to be in top physical shape, and our bodies show it. Our shoulders are broad, our pecs ripped like washboards, and, of course, our giant cocks are in full view on both sides of her bed, dripping and throbbing with anticipation. "Oh God, you're beautiful," she sighs, her mouth opening slightly. "I can't wait.