Mag-log inTwo days after his aunt’s birthday party, Ronald sent Rebecca a short and direct message:“Tonight, 8 PM, at the penthouse. Wear something easy to take off. No panties. And bring an obedient attitude.”Rebecca felt her whole body heat up just from reading it. She knew something different was coming. She chose a short, loose black dress with nothing underneath and arrived right on time. The private elevator took her straight to the triplex. When the doors opened, the apartment was dimly lit, with only a few indirect lights on. Ronald was waiting for her in the living room, wearing black dress pants and a white shirt open at the chest. In his hands, he held two new objects: a black leather collar with a metal ring and a pair of padded black handcuffs.“Good evening, cousin,” he said, his voice deep and controlled, with a predatory smile. “Tonight I’m going to show you what it means to be completely mine.”Rebecca stopped in the middle of the room, her eyes fixed on the collar. Her heart
The family’s country house was once again full of life. Colored lights hung from the trees, loud music played pagode and sertanejo, and the air was thick with the smell of barbecue and beer. It was Aunt Helena’s 60th birthday—Helena, the older sister of Ronald’s mother and Rebecca’s mother. The entire family had been summoned, as always happened at these events. The large property, with its swimming pool, outdoor party hall, and several scattered bathrooms, was the perfect setting for a big family gathering.Rebecca arrived around 8 p.m., dressed to kill. She wore a tight red dress, short enough to show off her thick thighs, with a generous neckline that left a good portion of her large breasts on display. The thin fabric clung to her body because of the heat, clearly outlining her nipples and the curve of her ass. At 25 years old, she knew exactly the effect she had. Her hair was loose, her eye makeup was bold, and she wore bright red lipstick. Underneath, she had on only a black tho
On Friday afternoon, Rebecca received a short and direct message from Ronald:“Be ready by 6 p.m. Bring only a small suitcase. We’re spending the weekend away. No one can know.”She didn’t ask for details. She canceled her plans with her college friends, packed a small suitcase with just a few clothes — bikinis, light dresses, and lingerie — and went downstairs exactly on time. The same black luxury car was waiting for her.Two hours later, they were on the highway heading toward the north coast of São Paulo.This time, Ronald was driving himself — a high-end SUV with tinted windows. He wore a black polo shirt and shorts, his muscular arm resting on the window. Rebecca, in the passenger seat, wore a very short denim shorts and a thin tank top with no bra. The cold air conditioning made her nipples clearly visible through the fabric.“Where are we going?” she asked, curious, as his hand rested on her thigh.“I rented a house in Maresias. Completely isolated, with an ocean view and a pr
Ronald fucked her like an animal, his heavy balls slapping against her ass. One hand moved up and squeezed a breast over the blouse, pinching the nipple.“Tell me where you’re being fucked.”“On your desk… in your office… I’m your little cousin whore getting fucked by the CEO!”He sped up, the wet sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. Rebecca came first, clenching around his cock as her whole body trembled, moaning loudly.“I’m cumming… fuck, I’m cumming on my cousin’s cock!”Ronald didn’t stop. He kept thrusting through her orgasm, prolonging her pleasure until she went limp. Then he pulled his cock out, turned her face down over the desk, pushed her ass up, and thrust back inside her from behind.“Now take it from behind, like the slut you are.”He fucked her with brutal strokes, one hand pulling her ponytail, the other delivering hard slaps to her ass, leaving red marks.“Tomorrow you’re coming without panties,” he g
Ronald was sitting behind the desk, still in a full suit, his white shirt impeccable, tie loosened. At 35, he looked even more imposing there — the man who commanded millions, who decided the future of hundreds of employees. When he saw Rebecca walk in, his dark eyes gleamed with raw desire.“Did you close the door?” he asked, his voice deep.“Yes,” she replied, locking the door behind her with a soft click.“Lock the second one too. No one comes in here without my order.”She obeyed. The silence in the office was almost palpable, broken only by the low hum of the air conditioning.Ronald stood up slowly, walked around the desk, and stopped in front of her. He held her chin with two fingers, lifting her face.“Good girl. You came running to take your cousin’s cock, didn’t you?”Rebecca bit her lower lip, feeling her thong getting wet.“Yes… I couldn&
“Imagine if your mother knew her little daughter is taking 22 centimeters of cousin cock against the window… that she’s being used like a whore at the top of the city.”Rebecca came again, weaker this time but still intense, digging her nails into his back over his shirt.Finally, Ronald felt his balls tighten.“I’m going to cum… I’m going to fill this pussy with cum, cousin.”“Cum inside… fill me up, Ronald! I want to feel your hot load dripping!”With a deep roar, he buried his cock to the hilt and came violently. Thick, hot jets of cum shot inside her, filling her pussy until it overflowed. Some ran down Rebecca’s thighs while he was still pulsing inside her.They stayed pressed against the glass for a while, panting. Their breath fogged the glass. Their mi
The late afternoon sky painted the mansion's windows with deep, almost liquid orange tones that dripped down the immaculate white walls as if luxury itself were breathing. The automatic gate closed behind Lucas with a metallic boom that echoed briefly, imposingly.He entered with firm steps, though
The loft was plunged into a calculated half-light. The wall sconces remained on, casting golden, oblique beams that cut through the vast space, turning sculptures into elongated shadows and walls into canvases of dramatic texture. Dinner was over, but the taste of wine and the unresolved tension st
The loft was submerged in a dense half-light, as if the very space had been saturated by the intensity of what had happened minutes before. The shadows of the sculptures remained elongated, cast by the wall sconces that still glowed softly, but now they seemed less threatening, more complicit. Sile
He sat across from her, his chair creaking softly. For a long moment, they simply looked at each other across the flickering candle flame. The silence was thick, heavy with everything left unsaid."Your sanctuary," she finally managed to say, her gesture encompassing the space around them. "It's...







