Provoquei meu meio-irmão ele não resistiu e penetrou dentro da minha buceta

The erotic tension in the air was palpable, the kind that makes your skin prickle and your breath quicken. In the dimly lit bedroom, two delicious, forbidden bodies writhed together in a tangle of lustful limbs. She, a nubile temptress with alabaster skin and raven tresses, her small breasts heaving with every panting breath. He, tall and muscular, his bronzed torso glistening with sweat, his chiseled jaw clenched in either restraint or desire, or perhaps both.

Her name was Laila. Hers, a rare and exotic beauty that stirred the loins of men. And the sinfully handsome man who now had her trapped beneath him in their shared bedroom? He was Amir, and they were half-siblings, separated from birth by the cruel hand of fate.

But tonight, there was no room for familial propriety. Laila had been taunting Amir for weeks now, flaunting her lithe body in barely-there scrap of lace and daring silk. She knew he wanted her, craved her with a hunger that kept him up all night, palm tight around his pulsing erection. Amir was her plaything, her pawn in this intricate game of seduction. And at last, she had him just where she wanted him—primed and panting, hard as iron, his unyielding cock grinding against her core.

“Stop teasing me,” Amir growled, one large hand splayed across her taut belly. “I can’t take it anymore. You’re driving me fucking mad.”

Laila smirked up at him, her full lips glistening pink and inviting. “Then take me,” she purred. “Make me yours. I know you want to.”

With a primal snarl, Amir captured her mouth in a bruising kiss, his hot tongue delving past her perfect teeth to mate like a wild animal with its counterpart. His hand slid down to roughly cup her sex, and Laila moaned wantonly into his mouth. She was already slick and ready for him, her needy pussy fluttering in anticipation against his straining erection.

Amir tugged her panties aside and notched his swollen cockhead against her tight entrance. “I’m going to ruin you for all other men,” he promised darkly. “You’ll never crave another after this.”

Laila whimpered as he pushed the fat head of his dick past herushing folds, stretching her in the most delicious way. Her fingernails scored down his sculpted back as Amir sank inch after throbbing inch into her hot channel, until he was buried to the hilt, seamlessly joined with her in the most intimate way imaginable.

“Fuck!” Amir gritted out. “You’re so goddamn tight. Like you were made for my cock.”

Laila could only moan in ecstasy, her head thrown back and a flush of pleasure coloring her cheeks. Amir began to move, dragging his thick length out until only the tip remained, then slamming back in to the root. He set a rapid, almost punishing pace, the forceful impact of his hips against hers sending delicious sparks through her core.

Their coupling was dirty, raw, and uninhibited. Skin slapping against skin, grunts and moans, the obscene sound of wet flesh filling their beds privacy. Amir roughly pounded into Laila’s sopping opening over and over, hitting that secret spot deep inside that made her see stars.

“Harder,” Laila pleaded breathlessly, her eyes glazed with arousal. “Make me scream.”

Amir obliged, jackhammering into her like a man possessed. The sensations became almost too much for her quivering body to handle, an overload to her overstimulated senses. Laila shattered with a piercing cry, her pussy clamping down rhythmically on Amir’s pistoning length.

Feeling her clench and ripple around him sent Amir careening over the edge as well. With a hoarse shout, he buried his cock as deep as it would go and painted her womb with his hot seed. Spurt after spurt pulsed from him, marking her, claiming her in the most primal way.

They collapsed together in a sweaty tangle, Amir’s head buried in the crook of her neck, his ragged breaths tickling her skin. Laila gently carded her fingers through his damp hair, basking in the afterglow. Her body hummed with satisfaction—aching and sated in the best way possible.

This was how it was meant to be between them. Forbidden, but oh so right. They were bound together by far more than blood. Fate had seen to that.