جات عندنا بنت نيكتها في غرفتي Fuck my Stepsister

The sun was high and the temperature was sweltering, but that didn’t stop my step-sister Jamila from prancing around the house in her scandalous outfit. Her large, round breasts strained against the thin fabric of her tank top, the hard, erect nipples poking through like pebbles. Her short skirt revealed her long, shapely legs and barely concealed her plump, juicy ass. It was like she was daring me to pin her down and have my way with her.

Jamila was only two years younger than me at 21, but she acted like a insatiable nymphomaniac whenever I was around. She would constantly brush up against me, bend over to give me a perfect view down her top, or ask me to help her with things that required me to get close and personal. Today was no different.

“What’s that, Ams? Huh? What is it?” Jamila giggled, running up to me with her skirt hitched up, revealing a lacy red thong that barely covered her puffy, wet pussy. She placed her hands on my chest, our faces inches apart. “I can’t hear you over all this noise.”

I knew exactly what she was doing, but I couldn’t help myself. I put my hands on her hips and pulled her close, feeling the heat of her body against mine. “I said, why don’t we go to my room, where it’s nice and quiet,” I suggested, my voice low and thick with lust.

“Okay, big brother,” she purred, putting her arms around my neck. “Lead the way.”

We made our way down the hall, our bodies pressed together, Jamila’s tongue occasionally darting out to lick my ear or nibble on my neck. We pushed into my bedroom and I kicked the door shut behind us. The air was thick with tension and I could smell her arousal, a musky, sweet scent that made my cock throb in my pants.

I reached out and grabbed her tits, groping and kneading the soft flesh, feeling her nipples harden under my touch. Jamila moaned, arching her back to push her breasts into my hands. “Yes, Ams, touch me. I need you so badly,” she whimpered.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. I ripped open her top, sending buttons flying, and attacked her tits with my mouth, sucking and biting at her hard little nubs. Jamila cried out in pleasure, tangling her fingers in my hair and grinding her hips against my rock hard cock.

“You want this, don’t you sis?” I growled, reaching down to slip my hand under her skirt and rub her damp cunt through her thin panties. “You want me to fuck you hard and deep, don’t you?”

“Yes, Ams! Fuck yes!” she screamed, fumbling with my belt and zipper. “I need your big cock inside me!”

I stepped back and quickly stripped off my clothes, my huge erection springing free, the shaft thick and veiny, the head already leaking pre-cum. Jamila dropped to her knees and took me into her hot little mouth, sucking hard, her tongue swirling around the tip.

“Mmm, you taste so good,” she moaned, pulling off with a wet pop. She pushed me back on the bed and climbed on top, straddling my hips. She reached down and pulled her panties aside, exposing her dripping wet pussy. Then she grabbed my cock and rubbed the tip up and down her slit, coating it in her juices before sinking down on it with a groan.

“Oh fuck, Ams! You’re so big!” she whimpered as she started to rock her hips, riding me hard and fast. Her tits bounced in my face and I latched onto them, sucking and biting, leaving marks on her pale skin.

I grabbed her hips and started slamming up into her, driving my cock as deep as it would go. The bed frame shook and the headboard banged against the wall as I pounded into her tight little cunt. Jamila screamed in ecstasy, her pussy clenching around me, milking my shaft.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” I grunted, feeling my balls tighten. “Where do you want it, sis? You want me to fill this tight little cunt with my seed?”

“Yes, Ams! Cum inside me! I want to feel you shoot your hot load deep in my pussy!” Jamila begged, bouncing on my cock for all she was worth.

With a roar, I buried myself as deep as I could and exploded, shooting thick ropes of cum into her spasming cunt. Jamila came with a scream, her pussy gushing around my cock, a river of our combined juices flooding out and soaking the sheets.

We collapsed together, panting and sweaty, my softening cock still buried in her hot, wet hole. Jamila snuggled up against me, her tongue flicking out to lick the cum off my chest.

“That was amazing, Ams,” she purred. “We should do this again sometime.”

I just grinned down at her and pulled her close, already feeling my cock starting to get hard again. “Anytime you want, sis. Anytime you want.”