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My stepbrothers wants me pt2

Author: Naughty- Naughty
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-14 01:19:18

I woke up sore, deliciously sore, every muscle remembering how thoroughly my stepbrothers had used me.

The morning sun streamed through the pool house windows, warming my naked skin where I lay sandwiched between Caleb and Connor on the wide outdoor couch. Their heavy arms were still draped over me, bodies pressed close, morning wood hard against my hips and ass like they were already ready for more.

I shifted slightly, and both of them stirred at once.

Connor’s hand slid down my stomach first, fingers dipping between my thighs without asking. He found me wet, swollen, still sticky with last night’s loads.

“Morning, little breeder,” he rasped against my neck, teeth grazing the bruises he’d left there. “Already dripping for us again?”

Caleb’s eyes opened lazily, a slow smirk spreading as he watched his twin tease me open. “Told you she’d wake up hungry.”

I whimpered when Connor pushed two fingers inside me easily, curling them, pumping slow.

“Please…” I breathed, not even sure what I w
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