로그인Finally, I pulled back, my hand sliding from her hair to cup her cheek. She looked up at me, her lips glossy with my essence, her eyes glazed over but filled with a dark satisfaction. I leaned in and captured her mouth again, tasting myself on her tongue. The kiss was deep, messy, and filled with lingering hunger. I pulled back, resting my forehead against hers, our breath mingling in the steamy air. "God, Sister in-law," I breathed out. "You're incredible." She managed a weak smile, her body still humming with the aftershocks of the last orgasm. "You... you weren't bad yourself, Vivian", she whispered, the word hanging heavy between us. I chuckled low in my throat, a dark, possessive sound. "We aren't lovers right now, are we?" I reached down, helping her to stand on her shaky legs. The water was still pouring over us, washing away the sweat and the mess, but it couldn't wash away what had just happened. I turned off the shower, the silence returning to the room, but the te
She came hard, her juices flooding my hand, her body convulsing against mine. I held her up, not letting her to fall, and continued to finger her through her orgasm. When she finally came down, she slumped against me, her breathing ragged. She looked at me, her eyes dazed and filled with a new kind of hunger. I pulled my fingers out of her, bringing them to my lips. I licked them clean, tasting her sweetness, a wicked smile spreading across my face. "Now," I said, my voice low and dangerous. "It's my turn." I didn't wait for her to recover. I grabbed her hand and placed it on my cock, which was straining against my pants. She gasped, her eyes widening as she touched the hot, hard length. "Feel that?" I asked, my voice rough. "That's all for you, sister-in-law." I pushed my pants down, freeing my cock, which sprang up, thick and heavy, glistening with pre-cum. I took her hand and guided it around the base, letting her stroke it. "Stroke it," I commanded. She obeyed, her
A sweet moan sound echoed again, and that was the push I needed. It snapped something inside me, and I didn't know how I got to the door, but I was suddenly standing right in front of it. My hand hovered over it, trembling, before I pushed it open. The bathroom was filled with steam, a thick haze that clung to the air like a lover's sigh. And there she was. She was standing under the spray of the shower, the water cascading over her like liquid silk. But what froze me wasn't the water; it was the sight of her hand. Her fingers were deep inside her own body, her wrist moving in a rhythmic, desperate pace. Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back, a soft cry escaping her lips. Her body arched, her breasts heaving, the water catching the light and making her skin look like porcelain. She looked so innocent, yet so completely consumed by pleasure. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I stood there, unable to move; my mouth went dry, my cock was already straining agains
I left for my room. I don't want to stay a single second there if not; I can do what is on my mind. I stood under the shower; the water was hot, beating against my skin, washing away the stress of the day. But it wasn't working. My mind kept drifting back to her, to the taste of her lips, the curve of her body. I couldn't stop the feeling of my fingers touching her. I saw her skin, so smooth, so perfect, and the anticipation that had appeared on her face the moment I leaned in. Everything replayed in my head, and it caused a chill down my spine. She’s so beautiful, so gentle. Why is my brother so blind? I thought. How can he have this woman and not deserve her? Let me have her myself. The thought was crazy, forbidden, but I knew I had reached my limit. I couldn't back out now. I knew I was wrong, but I really wanted her. I wanted everything: her soul, her heart, and her body. With my eyes closed and the water flowing down my body, the feeling of calmness washed over me, but f
The way she stares at me, those mesmerising eyes locking onto mine, does something to my chest, making it tighten in a way that has nothing to do with love. It’s a primal thing, a dark pull that I can’t explain, but I can’t deny. She asks, her voice soft, barely a whisper, "What do you really want to eat?" The question hangs in the air, innocent on the surface, but it trips a switch in my brain. I imagine her words, taste them on my tongue, and the image in my mind shifts from a simple meal to something far more carnal. I see her lips, soft and parted, as if she’s waiting for a kiss. I see her mouth, a destination I’ve dreamed about, a prize I’m desperate to claim. My heart hammers against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat. Just how will it feel? I imagine my mouth on hers, stealing her breath, tangling my tongue with hers, exploring every inch of her mouth until she’s trembling with excitement. It’s dangerous, this fire burning in my gut, but I can’t stop. My mind is a map of her body,
I could feel his eyes on me, his gaze heavy with need. "Louise," he whispered. "Please." He walked over to me, his face flushed with desire, and he knelt before me. He took me in his hands, his fingers trembling as he traced the lines of my body, memorising the curves that had been hidden for so long. He touched the bruises on my hips where Diane had gripped me, the flush on my cheeks, the glistening wetness between my legs. He was studying me like a prize, trying to understand the woman who was currently spread open for four men. "Look at you," he murmured, his voice was thick with emotion. I looked down at him, my heart swelling with a mix of pride and something else, like a hunger that had been dormant for years. "I did this for you, Louis," I said softly. "I wanted you to see me." "I know," he whispered, leaning in to kiss my inner thigh, his lips warm and gentle against my skin. "I see you now. I see how much you need." He looked up at the other men, his eyes filled w







