MasukThe next morning, Martin woke up with a hard-on again. It was almost ten o'clock. He hadn't slept much. He'd spent a good part of the night cleaning the bedroom wall, which was completely smeared with dried semen. Even so, the smell of sperm still lingered in the air. He looked at the plaster and grinned like a pervert. He'd come like crazy thinking about that big-bootied neighbor.He drank a strong black coffee on the balcony, wearing only shorts, absentmindedly scratching his balls. He couldn't stop thinking about her. That whore's mouth. Those heavy breasts. That big ass that swayed when she walked. And especially the moans he heard through the thin wall. The way she screamed "fuck me, Martin" while she fingered herself.He was almost deciding to jump the wall and go over there when he heard the sound of heels in the yard next door.Three firm knocks on the front door.Martin opened it shirtless, shorts down, displaying the V of his abdomen and the already growing bulge between his
It was exactly 2:17 AM when the silence of Martin's house was broken.He was still awake, tossing and turning in his king-size bed, completely naked. The air conditioning struggled against the stifling Minas Gerais heat of that night, but the real problem wasn't the temperature. It was her. Sabrina. That sexy, big-assed girl who had moved into his next door less than twenty-four hours ago.Ever since he helped her move, Martin couldn't get that image out of his head. The ridiculously short denim shorts. The black thong disappearing between the thick, sweaty cheeks of that ass. The heavy breasts swaying inside the thin blouse. The slutty smile when she said, "If the gentleman is strong... he can come."His cock was hard again. Throbbing. He'd already jerked off earlier in the shower thinking about her, but it hadn't helped. Now, lying in the dark, he held his thick cock in his right hand, rubbing it slowly, imagining what it would be like to thrust it all into that girl's pussy.That's
Martin was sprawled on his porch, in an old plastic chair that creaked with every movement, drinking black coffee and smoking his third cigarette of the morning. It was almost ten o'clock and the Nova Lima sun was already beating down. He was wearing only worn-out nylon shorts, no underwear, his loose scrotum resting against the hot chair. At 34, Martin's body was marked by old gym workouts and good beer. Tall, broad shoulders, thick arms, and a mind that never switched off from sex.He had lived alone in that house for almost four years. A quiet neighborhood, a low wall separating the properties, the kind of place where everyone saw everything, but pretended not to. Martin liked it that way. He liked to observe.It was when the moving truck stopped at the house next door that the day changed completely.The car door opened and she got out."Holy shit…" Martin murmured softly, almost dropping his coffee.Sabrina was a 29-year-old prostitute. Her body seemed made to provoke married and
Adnam thrust one last time, his whole body tensed like a bow. His cock throbbed violently inside Karsu's soaked cunt, and then he came with a roar like an animal. Thick, hot, abundant jets of cum gushed straight against the bottom of her womb, filling her to overflowing. The white, viscous semen escaped around his thick cock, running down her upturned buttocks, dripping onto the living room sofa, already completely ruined with fluids from the last two days.They lay embraced, sweaty, panting, skin pressed against skin. Adnam still deeply buried inside her, pulsing the last vestiges of cum. His chest rose and fell against her back. Karsu trembled slightly, the spasms of orgasm still coursing through her body, her cunt contracting rhythmically around her stepfather's cock as if trying to milk it until the last drop.For long minutes neither of them spoke. They could only breathe in the scent of sex that permeated the entire house. Their scent. The scent of the sin they had built togethe
Adnam didn't stop for a second. His cock was still dripping with the mixture of cum and juices from his stepdaughter's pussy when he pulled it out with a wet, obscene sound. Karsu was on all fours in the middle of the couple's bed—the same bed where she slept with her mother—her ass sticking up, red from the spanking, her pussy open and dripping thick semen that ran down her trembling thighs. Her little asshole was twitching, pink and virgin, contracting with excitement and fear.He spat directly into the tight little ring, watching the saliva slowly trickle down the crack. With his thumb, he spread the spit, pressing lightly against the entrance."Today you're going to get fucked in the ass too, Karsu. Everything. Every hole of this naughty stepdaughter is going to be mine."Karsu turned her face into the pillow, biting the fabric as she groaned. Her heart was pounding uncontrollably. She had fantasized about this for so long—hearing her mother's moans through the wall, imagining her
He started thrusting with brutal force. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed loudly — plap, plap, plap. His heavy balls smacked against her clit with every deep stroke. Karsu screamed each time he bottomed out, his cock hitting a spot that made her see stars. Adnam yanked her hair like reins, arching her back, completely dominating her.“Say you’re my little stepdaughter slut,” he ordered, landing a hard slap on her right ass cheek. The handprint turned bright red immediately.“I’m your little stepdaughter slut!” she screamed, her voice cracking. “Fuck your little stepdaughter, Adnam! Use me while my mom’s gone! I’m your personal whore!”He fucked her harder and faster, sweat running down his muscular chest. His hand slid down and found her swollen clit, rubbing it in fast circles while he kept destroying her pussy. Karsu began to shake violently. The orgasm hit her like a crushing wave.“I’m cumming! Fuck, stepdad, I’m cumming on your cock!”Her pussy clamped down like a vi







