Stepsister can’t resist my cock after gym! – CREAMPIE 4K

Title: An Elaborate Tale of Forbidden Lust and Cream Pie Delight

The sun was setting, casting a warm glow through the windows of the bustling gym. I was mid-workout, grunting and groaning as I pumped iron, my muscles gleaming with sweat. As I wiped my brow and caught my breath, I noticed her – my gorgeous, nubile stepsister, Lily. She was wearing a tight, low-cut yoga top and skintight leggings that hugged her every curve.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her. The way her ample breasts bounced and jiggled with each step, the mouthwatering swell of her round, juicy ass, the intoxicating V-shape of her toned stomach. Blood rushed to my cock as I watched her bend over to adjust her shoes, her perfect ass two inches from my face.

“Hey bro,” she purred, looking up at me with those big, innocent baby blues as she straightened back up. “Whatcha working on? Your cock seems pretty…stiff.”

I nearly choked on my own spit. Did she just say that?! Before I could respond, she sauntered off to the mats, giving her hips a seductive sway. I watched her plump ass cheeks clench with each step, my boxer briefs tenting obscenely. This girl was the devil herself, sent to tempt and torment me. But I was a man, not a saint. And temptation had never tasted so sweet…

Poor, naive Lily had no idea she was playing with fire. As I followed her to the mats, my boner leading the way, I knew I had to have her. The Álvarez bloodlust was calling. Stealthily, I crept up behind her as she bent over to stretch. Her thicc bubble butt was inches from my crotch, and I couldn’t resist delivery a firm smack to that fat ass. The resounding clap of flesh on flesh echoed through the gym. She yelped and spun around, eyes wide.

“Bro! WTF?!” she cried indignantly, hands on her full hips.

“I couldn’t help myself, Lil,” I said with a grin, slowly advancing. “You’re looking so damn fine in that ass Britannia…” She started to protest, but I cut her off, pinning her against the mats as I ground my thick dick against her.

“I’m not wearing those pants,” I growled in her ear, nipping the lobe. “Fuckin’ rip them off.”

Her eyes widened in shock. She opened her mouth to object, but I cut her off with a bruising kiss, my tongue forcing its way between her plump lips. She whimpered into my mouth as I ravaged her, my hands groping her tits and ass. When I finally let her up for air, she was panting, cheeks flushed.

“J-John… we can’t… someone might see…” she stammered breathlessly.

I ignored her weak protests, grabbing her leggings and tearing the crotch clean off in one powerful tug. She gasped as the tatters fluttered to the floor, exposing her black thong. I grabbed her thick thighs and spread them apart, roughly rubbing my raging boner against her clothed pussy. She let out a broken moan as I dry humped her, the heat of her sopping cunt evident through the flimsy fabric.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” I growled, shoving her thong aside and exposing her bare cunt. “Betcha I could snap this pussy in half with my bare hands.”

To her credit, she tried to fight, whimpering in protest as I dragged her lubed-up slit against my thick, throbbing shaft. She met each brutal thrust with a mewl of fake protest.

“N-no, stop! We can’t! I’m a good girl, not like the sluts you date!” she cried, even as her body moved against me.

“Keep lying to yourself, you dirty little liar,” I snarled, pumping rapidly into her. Her juices ran down my shaft and dripped onto the mats as I ruthlessly plowed her young, virgin slit. She trashed and wailed, painting a convincing picture of unwilling, despite her needy whimpers and pleas for me to “Go harder, big brother!”

I was due an locker room glance, and one was coming. So I did the only thing I could – grabbed her by the hair and dragged her Sperry’d little feet into the shower room. One step forward, in she tumbled. I followed close behind to make sure she went down, landing agonizingly on top of her face first. By the time she got up, I was beating back at the starting gate.

She crawled to me, eyes on fire, and wrapped her lips around the pulsing pink head of my erection. I gasped as her hot, wet mouth enveloped me, sucking greedily. She worked my length with an eagerness that would’ve been shocking, had I not known the kind of freaky shit she liked to watch on the downlow.

I moaned as she jacked my shaft with one hand, working just the tip with lips and tongue. She’d jack it, then pump it, so soft then hard. I felt myself throbbing at the base and thought I’d blow my load in seconds. But it wasn’t the weight of my nuts it was my blood. Blood, rushing to fill my cock with warhead bustin’ semen. She gorged herself on it, taking half my cock down that tiny throat, gagging and swallowing my dick like a dick little sister slut. I finally erupted, painting the shower room walls white.

“Fuck, you’re juicy, little sis,” I growled in the aftermath, watching her clean my shaft with her messy tongue. “Let’s get packed and get going. Broseidon’s house is throwing a pre-game tailgate and I need you on my click again.”

She whimpered in need, then scampered to the toilet as fast as she could. Hands pressed against the rim of the bowl, she lifted her left leg victoriously. I admired the view I’d never expected a later gift she’d let me make.