The next three days passed in a whirlwind of pure, addictive sin. Ken fucked me senseless in every corner of the house he shared with my sister. He bent me over the marble kitchen island while eggs burned on the stove, pounding into me so hard the dishes rattled. He took me against the wall in Judith’s walk-in closet while I wore one of her expensive silk dresses, whispering how much tighter my pussy felt than hers. He even fucked me slowly and romantically on their dining table — the same table where we had all shared family dinners — filling me with load after thick load until his cum leaked down my thighs and pooled on the polished wood and he made me lick it off the floor and he kissed me right after.By the fourth day, Ken decided we needed air before we completely lost control and started fucking in the front yard.“We’re going on a real date,” he told me that morning, after he had already filled me once in the shower. “Like an actual couple. No hiding. Just you and me, holding
Read more
LOGIN
