Twin obedience, Submissive bodies wmv

Description: I don't know what turns me on more - the fact that they are identical or how different they are. they stand before me: twins, carved from the same mold. their eyes, without a will of their own. they exist only for me. one - pale skin, smooth, cold as marble. a disgusting face, and empty at that. i touch his chest with contempt. when he starts to move, i stop him with a look. i don't want him. i spit on him - hard, loud, with pure disgust. saliva runs down his body. he remains silent. exactly as he should. the other brother - handsome, muscular, generously endowed by nature. i feel the weight between his legs demanding my attention. i bring my lips to his - so close, almost grazing his skin, but never touching. i wait. i know he can't move. he doesn't have to. i lean down... and let out deep, loud burps right in his face—long, deliberate, unapologetic. i do it with full intention, because i know he likes it. or rather... his body likes it. i watch his cock twitch, swell—thick, heavy, ready. i look him straight in the eye. then i rise up, take his face in my hands, and kiss him. hard. deeply. with a sense of ownership. he's mine. and he can't say a word about it.