Milena Ray – You Dont Need A Girlfriend Stepbrother

Milena Ray – You Don’t Need a Girlfriend, Stepbrother!

Milena Ray sauntered into the bathroom, steam from the hot shower billowing around her voluptuous body. She slipped off her robe, revealing a succulent pair of breasts that begged to be squeezed. Her bubble butt jiggled as she stepped under the cascading water, rivulets coursing down her toned abs and disappearing into her Brazilians.

Lost in thought, Milena didn’t hear the bathroom door creak open. A tall, muscular frame filled the doorway – it was her stepbrother, Max. He stood there, mouth agape, eyes glued to Milena’s drenched nakedness. She gasped, quickly grabbing a towel.

“You’ve got to be kidding me, Max! Can’t you knock?” Milena scolded, wrapping the flimsy terrycloth around her chest. Her nipples strained against the fabric, betraying her conflicting emotions of anger and arousal.

Max stammered, “I-I’m sorry sis, I didn’t mean to. But now that I’ve seen your amazing body… I don’t think I’ll ever want a girlfriend again!” He grinned mischievously, his eyes roaming over Milena’s barely-covered assets.

She scoffed, “You perv! My body is not for your eyes.” Despite her protest, Milena felt a throb between her thighs at Max’s lecherous gaze. She had secretly lusted after him for years, but never dared to act on it.

“Come on, sis. We’ve both wanted this. Stop pretending you don’t.” Max began disrobing, his rock hard abs being unveiled inch by inch. Milena’s eyes widened at the sight of his magnificent cock springing free from his boxers.

Milena hesitated, then dropped her towel, revealing her nude body. “Your funeral, bro.”

Max groped Milena, his strong hands kneading her tits and squeezing her erect nipples. She shoved him against the wall, claiming his mouth in a searing kiss. Their tongues battled for dominance as Milena stroked Max’s throbbing shaft.

He bent down to suckle her breasts, swirling his tongue around the taut nubs. Milena mewled in pleasure, grinding her wet pussy against Max’s thigh. “Fuck me, Max. Shove that big dick inside me.”

Max picked up Milena, her legs wrapping around his waist. His rigid member prodded her dripping slit. With a swift thrust of his hips, he hilted inside her tightness. Milena cried out, reveling in the delicious stretch of his length.

Max bounced Milena on his cock, each powerful upward stroke raising her higher. Their bodies slapped together lewdly, steam from the shower adding a foggy haze to their coupling. Milena’s nails raked down Max’s back as she desperately clutched him.

“So fucking tight,” Max grunted, jackhammering into Milena’s molten core. She screamed in ecstasy, feeling the tells of her impending orgasm. Max captured her mouth, muffling her cries as his balls slapped against her ass cheeks.

Milena came with a vice grip around Max’s cock, her pussy walls massaging him. That pushed him over the edge, his shaft pulsing as he dumped his hot load deep inside Milena’s twitching cunt.

They collapsed onto the shower floor, bodies slick with sweat and cum. Max gathered Milena into his arms, nuzzling her neck. “You’re right, sis. I don’t need a girlfriend. Just you.”

Milena giggled and smacked his chest playfully. “Down boy. You’ve already gotten a piece of this today. Now help me clean up, I’m starving!”

Max chuckled and lathered soap onto a washcloth. He tenderly cleaned every inch of Milena’s delectable body as the steam created a sauna-like swirl around them. With a final rinse, they stepped out to towel off.

Milena grabbed a silky red robe and cinched it around her waist. Max pulled on a pair of low-slung sweatpants, the prize of his manhood still evident. They headed to the kitchen, arm in arm, exchanged knowing smirks.

Milena knew the next time they could get a moment of privacy, she’d ravage her stepbrother’s cock again. And again. She couldn’t wait.