POV Compilado PAUZUDO GOZANDO NA BUCETINHA APERTADA DA MEIA-IRMÃ
The vice that sprouts from forbidden fruit is often the sweetest, but it comes with a price. This was a lesson Marco had to learn the hard way. The 28-year-old Brazilian hunk found himself in a compromising position, hiding in the bathroom as his sister-in-law Leticia showered mere feet away. His shaft throbbed with desire, the puts (latin slang for promiscuous woman) tightening her abs and flexing her hips teased him with her presence. Leticia had no idea her “little brother” was jerking his meat in the next room, visualizing her supple body dripping with suds and hot water.
Marco’s hand pumped faster as he imagined the scene unfolding: Leticia emerges from the foggy glass doors, water cascading down her body, rivulets tracing her toned curves. She pays him no mind, wraps a towel around her taut waist and bends over to check her phone on the sink counter. Desire surges through his body, meticulous fingers tracing the unknown path from his twitching cock to the nape of Leticia’s neck…
The bathroom door creaks open. “Oi, mano, que tal?” Leticia drawls, barely glancing in his direction as she saunters towards the mirror to apply lotion. “What’s up?” the “puta” responds to the basic question with a curt nod and focused silence. Her stonewall tactic only further empowers the growing rage within him – a need, a craving, a consuming flame begging to be quenched.
The forbidden fruit hangs tantalizingly within arm’s reach – and Marco lunged! His hands found purchase on her hips, pulling Leticia flush against his clothed erection. She gasps in shock, then whimpers as he grinds into her, hot breath bathing the back of her neck. “Marco, que porra…What are you doing?” she stammers out, even as her hips instinctively push back into his thrusts.
“Nao diga ninguem,” Marco growls, hand sliding up to cup one full breast. “Nao vou contar pra ninguem,” he promises in a low rumble, pinching the hardened nipple through her towel. “Ninguem precisa saber.”
Her resistance crumbles, melting into him like butter on hot toast. “Tudo bem…” she breathes out, giving in. His other hand delves beneath her towel to find her slick folds, thick digits sliding easily into her welcoming heat. She arches into him with a moan he captures with his lips against her neck. The taste of her skin tingles on his tongue and he bites down – marking his claim.
Wet, urgent and overwhelming, Leticia’s passion ignites, overtaking her earlier hesitation. His towel hits the floor as the redhead spins and frames his face in her hands, crashing their lips together in a messy, filthy kiss. Marco’s hands return to gripping her hips, guiding her down to the tile as their bodies entwine. She gasps as his free hand slides between her thighs, rubbing demanding circles on her swollen clit. Her ragged pants resound around the tiled chamber while she grinds wantonly against his touch, chasing more friction.
“Puts,” he growls in warning, pulling his fingers away and replacing them with the thick head of his cock. Impatiently, she rises up and sinks down on him with a strangled moan, taking him to the hilt. Muffled cries fall from her lips as her inner walls grip him like a vice. Marco sets a relentless pace, pistoning into her willing body with abandon. Her nails score down his chest as her legs tighten around his pistoning hips, the comerda teases him closer to the edge.
“Not yet,” he grunts, flipping them over so the exibicionista is on all fours before him. With a sharp slap to her ass, Marco drives forward and settles into a deep rhythm, his hips smacking against her ass. SLAP – SMACK – SLAP – the violent impact of skin echoes around them as he uses her body, a vessel to quench his burning desire. Her high pitched keen of his name echoes off the walls, his own grunts and groans joining the symphony of fornication.
Arching his back, Marco reaches around Leticia’s trembling form and rolls her nipples between his fingers. The added stimulation sends her screaming over the edge, his name a plea on her bleached lips. Her body clamps down on him as she finds her end, milking his throbbing cock for all she’s worth. With a hoarse shout, Marco follows her into bliss, painting her inner walls with his release.
They collapse together, gasping for breath, sweat and fluids mingling between their bodies. Leticia is the first to break the silence, sliding off him and standing on wobbly legs. “I can’t believe that just happened,” she breathes out, grabbing her towel and wrapping it around her body once more. “What if someone finds out?” she whispers, voice shaking. “They can’t find out, Leticia. We can’t let this change things. Ninguem precisa saber. Keep it a secret between us,” Marco implores, rising to his feet and pulling his own clothes back on. “Tudo bem,” the other nods, casting him a hasty glance before exiting the bathroom with an air of burned desire unsatisfied.
As the door clicks closed, Marco lets out a shuddering breath. He knew cavorting with his sister-in-law was inherently wrong…but in the heat of the moment, logic flew out the window. There was no denying the passion they shared or the abnormal biology steering them towards inseparable nearness – it’s just too enticing to resist. Would he keep the secret as promised? Only time will tell…
