Indian New Best Girl Fuck Hard With Stepbrother

The sultry Indian beauty, Priya, was in the throes of unadulterated passion as she writhed beneath her stepbrother, Ravi. Their bodies glistened with sweat, skin on skin, as they explored each other’s forbidden pleasures. The hardcore fucking was intense, raw, and utterly taboo – a secret lava of lust that threatened to erupt at any moment.

Priya’s voluptuous curves jiggled with every powerful thrust from Ravi’s throbbing manhood. Her large, dusky breasts heaved, nipples stiff as ripe berries. The rustle of bed sheets and their escalating moans filled the dimly lit room, a provocative symphony of sin.

He drank in the sight of her, his sensuous captive. Dark hair fanned across the pillow, eyes glazed with desire, lips parted in sweet agony. She was his very own Indian goddess, ripe for the taking. And take her he would, again and again, until they were both spent and sore.

“Fuck me harder, Ravi,” she panted, fingernails raking down his muscled back. “I want to feel you deep inside me.”

Ravi obliged, hilt-deep in one powerful stroke. Priya cried out, eyes rolling back in bliss as he filled her so completely. Her pussy clenched around his girth like a heated velvet vise. “[expletive], Ravi… You’re so big!”

“And you’re so fucking tight,” he growled, snapping his hips like a piston. “Take it, you dirty slut. Take your brother’s cock!”

Each lewd squelch and slap of flesh on flesh reverberated through the room. The bed frame creaked in protest at their vigorous coupling. Sweat sluiced over Ravi’s rippling torso as he hammered into her, his public bone bruising her engorged clit with each impact.

Priya squirmed and thrashed beneath him, lost to the electric sparks radiating from her core. Her thighs quivered, grip tightening around his pistoning hips. She was teetering on the precipice, so close to that blissful freefall…

“Ahh, Ravi!” The forbidden name ripped from her throat as her orgasm detonated, ribbons of white-hot ecstasy unfurling from her shaking center. Her pussy spasmed almost violently, milking his cock for all it was worth.

“Ffffuck!” Ravi snarled, fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise. With one final jackhammer thrust, he hilted himself to the root and exploded. Jet after jet of his hot seed pulsed into her waiting womb. She felt it, divine mercury painting her insides.

They collapsed in a tangle of sweat-slick limbs, bodies still intimately joined. Their chests heaved as they tried to catch their breaths, the world narrow to this realm of physical bliss.

“My God, Ravi…” Priya gasped, struggling to form a coherent thought. “That was… mind-blowing.”

“It was,” he agreed, chest rumbling with a low chuckle. He withdrew carefully, both of them hissing at the sensitivity. “I guess theIndia prohibition against incest is right.”

Priya laughed breathlessly, reaching for the tissues on the nightstand. “Well, we should break the rules more often, then.” She started to clean herself up, but Ravi stopped her, his large hand covering her own.

“You don’t need to,” he murmured, eyes smoldering. “I love seeing my seed dripping out of you.”

If Priya had been lessionsed, she might have blushed at that frankly erotic statement. Instead, she shivered with delicious desire and laid back with a smile. “You know, most Indians frown upon premarital sex between siblings.” She cocked a challenging eyebrow. “What if they caught us now, fresh out of the bed with your cum leaking down my thighs?”

“Let them frown,” Ravi replied with a smirk, settling between her legs once more. “I’m going to fuck you again in front of the whole country if I want to.”

Priya mewled as he slowly pushed into her still-quivering passage. So deliciously filthy and forbidden. She could get used to this.

Their coupling this time was languid and sensual, a sultry dance of give and take. They explored every inch of each other’s bodies with calloused hands and hungry mouths. Lips found tender spots, tongues lapped at damp skin, teeth grazed along nerves.

Ravi’s hands were relentless, stroking and squeezing at her breasts, pinching her nipples to fat peaks of sensation. Priya cradled his heavy sac, rolling the tightened flesh in her palm even as she undulated beneath him.

His rhythm built gradually, each decadent glide stoking the flames higher. Slow, deep rolls of his hips soon gave way to purposeful snaps, the drag of his thick cockhead against her sensitive front wall setting every nerve alight.

Priya felt the tension coiling once more, a lit fuse racing towards the powder keg. She was so close, hovering in that delicious space between full-body tingle and eyelid flutter. All it would take was…

“Harder, Ravi!” she keened, nails digging into his flexing biceps. “Fuck me like you mean it!”

With a feral sound, Ravi obliged. He pistoned into her with abandon, the wet squelch of their joining a raw symphony. The bed frame protested anew, slamming against the wall in time with his powerful thrusts.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Priya chanted, lost to the building ecstasy. She felt the telltale flutter of her release and locked her ankles around Ravi’s heaving back. “Come with me, Ravi! Now!”

Ravi cried out as his own climax hit, discovering that pleasurably familiar tightness once more. He buried himself to the hilt one last time, his cock jerking as it painted her already slick passage with his release.

They collapsed together a second time, a boneless tangle of sweat-soaked limbs and sated groans. As Priya drifted towards the edge of sleep, one final thought drifted through her mind. She was home now, no matter where the world took her. For in Ravi’s arms was where she belonged.