ME CANSÉ DE VER A MI HERMANASTRA ACOSTADA Y ME LA TERMINÉ FOLLADO DURO HASTA CORRERME

Sister forgotten naked, brother’s lost control unleashing forbidden desires in a taboo encounter. The door swung open, and there she lay – Stepsister mini-skirt hiked, thong askew, breasts spilling out of a tank top, sleeping the deep slumber of youth and exhaustion. He froze, taking in the vision. That big, juicy ass, round and perfect, the way it demanded attention. And her pussy, just barely concealed, swollen and glistening from what must’ve been quite the self-tampering session. His cock sprang to attention, tenting obscenely in his sweatpants. But he couldn’t, not her, not like this. He started to shut the door, but she stirred, rolling over to face him. “Hhmmm,” she purred suggestively. Was it an invitation? A dare? He entered, closing the door softly as his heart raced. He approached the bed, his pants growing tighter by the second. “You can’t wake up yet,” he whispered, sliding onto the bed beside her. “I just need to feel…” He hesitantly reached out, ghosting his fingers over her bare skin. She sighed, pushing her hips towards him. His fingers trailed down, skirting the edge of her thong, then inching it aside. Her pussy was even better up close, wet and pink and practically begging for his touch. He ran a finger through her folds, relishing in her slickness. She moaned, not fully waking but responding all the same. Emboldened, he slipped a finger inside, marveling at her tightness. “Ohhh fuck,” she sighed, arching into his touch. “I need more.” Was this really happening? He shrugged off his clothes, freeing his achingly hard cock. He nudged her legs apart, positioning himself between them. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze. “Please,” she whimpered. That’s all the permission he needed. He thrust in, groaning at her tightness enveloping him. She gasped, nails digging into his back. “You feel so good,” he growled, setting a steady rhythm. Her huge tits bounced with each thrust, pulling him in deeper. She grabbed his ass, forcing him to bury himself to the hilt. “Harder,” she demanded. He obliged, pounding into her sopping wet cunt with wild abandon. The bed frame creaked in protest, slamming against the wall. Their moans and curses filled the air, a symphony of carnal lust. Her huge ass rippled with each smack of his hips against her thighs. “Gonna cum,” she panted, eyes rolling back. “Do it,” he grunted. “Fill me up!” He felt her tighten around him, squeezing his cock like a vice as she came apart beneath him. It pushed him over the edge and he exploded inside her, pumping spurt after spurt of hot semen into her fertile womb. They collapsed together, gasping and twitching as the last waves of pleasure washed over them. In the afterglow, the reality of what they’d done began to set it. This was so fucking wrong. But it felt so right. Could there be more? Was he finally claiming what was his? He glanced at her face, searching for answers in the way she looked at him now. Her eyes were closed, a sated smile on her lips. “That was amazing,” she murmured. “But we can’t tell anyone…it would be too weird if it changed things between us.” His heart sank. Just another of her depraved experiments with her body, like that web video she keeps threatening to post of her using the family pool cleaner to ‘exfoliate’. But he nodded in understanding. She took a deep shuddery breath before disentangling herself. “I’m going to wash up.” She didn’t even look back as she sauntered to the bathroom, leaving him aching and spent on the bed. He pulled the sheets up over himself, a wave of confusion and guilt washing over him. Not just at the act itself, but at the shameful fact that his own desire was already building again at the thought of doing it all over again. And again. Until she got tired of playing with her idiot stepbrother too.