The Taste of Submission
I felt his cock hitting something at the very back of my pussy, that secret spot he knew about, that sensitive bundle of nerves that sent a sharp, electric pulse through my belly with every stroke.
The wet, squelching sound of him pounding inside of me filled the room, a lewd, erotic soundtrack that we were both contributing to. I could hear my own wetness on his cock as he thrust, a sticky, squishing noise that made my face burn with embarrassment and intense arousal.
"Did you hear that?" he asked, slamming in harder again. "That is how fucking wet you're for your stepbrother. That sound is just your pussy begging for more."
"Shut up," I gasped, but my hips were pushing back on their own ac