Krista was on her knees by the bed, her legs spread wide, pulling the skirt tight over her butt. Her hand crossed on the bed, chin resting on her wrists. For the moment her attention was on Lana although a faint smile came to her lips as Daniel came back in. He was looking better, at least more like himself. A soft whimper escaped her lips as she noticed he was hard and more than ready. If he was nervous about and audience he did not show it. Although she was not sure he noticed anything but his mother laying there.
Unconsiously her breathing increased. As he fucked her, Krista found her own hips moving slightly, humping air. Feeling like she was being watched, she slowly looked away from mother and son on the bed. Cian was still standing the in the door way, his eyes on her. Turning away from the bed she actaully crawled still she was just in front of him. Standing slowly, her lip pouting slightly. Urging him out in the hallway.
"Hurt the pretty bird.... please.... just a little bit.... please....."
Whimpering softly against his skin as she went up on her toes to nuzzle him. She knew hitting her was not something that interested him but there were a hundred way he could hurt her or force her control.