Il mio fratellastro mi scopa SOLO IL CULO facendomi SQUIRTARE

Title: A Forbidden Delight: Il Mio Fratellastro Mi Scopa SOLO IL CULO facendomi SQUIRTARE

In the sultry, dimly-lit bedroom, Sara Diamante lay on her back, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. Her stepbrother, a tall, dark-haired man named Marco, hovered over her, his eyes blazing with a primal hunger. The thick, throbbing length of his cock begged for mercy as it throbbed between his legs, demanding entrance into the depths of his unwilling-if-you-asked-nice victim.

Marco’s hands roamed along his stepsister’s curves, squeezing the soft, ample flesh of her breasts before trailing down to grasp her hips.nentrapry, he pulled her close and she could feel the heat radiating off his body, the strength in his arms as he gripped her tightly.

“Fratellino,” Sara whispered, her voice a husky purr of desire. “What are you doing? We shouldn’t…”

But her words were cut off by a throaty moan as Marco’s lips crashed down onto hers, his tongue delving deep into the warm recesses of her mouth. Sara’s nails raked across his back, leaving angry red welts in their wake as she clung to him like a woman possessed.

With a low growl, Marco ripped his mouth away from hers and began kissing a path down her neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive flesh. Sara could only moan in response, her head lolling back against the pillows as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

Marco continued his assault, moving lower until his mouth hovered mere inches above her dripping cunt. He inhaled deeply, taking in the heady scent of her arousal before diving in and plunging his tongue into her wet heat.

Sara bucked her hips upwards, grinding her pussy against his face as he lapped at her juices like a man starved. Marco’s hands pinned her down, his fingertips digging into the soft flesh of her thighs as he held her in place.

Minutes, hours, days could have passed as Sara lost herself in the pulls of her own climax. But just as she was about to reach that peak, Marco pulled away, leaving her gasping and whimpering in frustration.

“Please,” she begged, her eyes glazed over with lust. “I need you inside me.”

Marco answered her plea by flipping her over onto her stomach and yanking her hips up into the air. The head of his cock prodded insistently against her entrance, teasing her with what was to come.

And then he plunged inside with one swift, brutal thrust. Sara screamed in pleasure and pain as he filled her completely, his thick shaft stretching her walls in the best way possible.

Slowly, he began to thrust in and out, setting a steady rhythm that made her see stars. But it wasn’t enough. She wanted more. Needed more.

“Harder,” she panted, pushing her hips back to meet his. “Fuck me harder!”

Marco obliged, slamming into her with newfound ferocity. The obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, accompanied by Sara’s wanton moans and Marco’s grunts of exertion.

Each thrust was like a shockwave coursing through her body, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Her fingers curled into fists, grasping at the sheets as she struggled to hold on.

But it was no use. Her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, her inner walls clamping down like a vise around Marco’s pistoning cock. She screamed his name, her voice ragged and hoarse with the force of her release.

Marco wasn’t far behind. With one final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her and came with a roar of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Sara could feel his hot seed filling her, marking her as his in the most primal way possible.

They collapsed onto the bed together, spent and sated. Sara nestled into her brother’s arms, her heart pounding a staccato rhythm against her ribs.

“Wow,” she breathed, a satisfied smile playing at the corners of her lips.

Marco chuckled, pressing a tender kiss to the top of her head. “Merito tutto, sorellina.”

Sara knew what he meant. It was worth all the risk, all the potential consequences, for this moment of pure, unbridled ecstasy.

As they drifted off to sleep, Sara couldn’t help but wonder what the future held for them. Would they continue down this forbidden path, indulging in their forbidden desires time and time again?

Or would they wake up from this dream, their love tainted by the knowledge of their sin?

Only time would tell. But one thing was for certain—she had never felt more alive.

They would face the consequences when they came. But for now, all that mattered was the feel of his arms around her, the warmth of his body pressed against hers. The promise of more to come, more of these stolen moments in the dark.

In the end, nothing else mattered. Not the rules, not the societal norms. Just skin on skin, breath mingling with breath. Brother and sister, joined as one.