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What a disgusting breeding kink! ××××× " Ivan, my brother will come any time soon," Ember said to Ivan who was thrusting into her. " I don't care, let him come," He said looking into her eyes. She came to cook food for her baby brother who came here with Ivan to visit his sister after 7 days. Currently Eric is in his room, gathering his things as he is going on a vacation with Corey and his girlfriend and Ivan is fucking Ember on the kitchen counter. She is sitting on the counter, her leggings on the floor and his pants are near to his

I had no idea my brother was so kinky. "You want my ass too, brother?" His finger poking in. "Not this time, but yes, I want to fuck my sister's ass." Our second fuck was slow. Kyle caressed every inch of my blah body, sucking my fingers and toes, nibbling my ear. I lay there and savored the sensations. After he took me to the edge a few times he moved over me. "May I enter you?" Such a romantic, "Please, my brother. Put your hard cock in my vagina, I need to cum."

Victoria stayed behind her, fingers still teasing her nipples, pinching, rolling, tugging until Sienna whimpered. Ethan freed himself, thick, veined, already leaking at the tip. He fisted the base and tapped the head against her lips. “Open.” She did. He slid in, slow at first, letting her adjust, then deeper until her nose brushed his trimmed hair. Victoria’s hand slid down Sienna’s stomach, under the waistband of her skirt, fingers finding her clit through soaked lace. “Already dripping,” Victoria noted. “Slut.” Sienna moaned around Ethan’s cock. The vibration made him groan. He started fucking her mouth, steady, controlled strokes, while Victoria pushed two fingers inside her, curling aga

She made a show of slipping the ring off while saying, in a voice dripping with provocation, "You've really lucked out to have married such a wonderful husband, Phoebe. Mateo is such a thoughtful and attentive man." I scoffed inwardly. Mateo had always maintained the reputation of a devoted and considerate man, a model of what a husband should be. Yet this "paragon of virtue" had impregnated his own sister-in-law. Lily tugged at the wedding ring several times, her efforts only succeeding in making her finger red and swollen. She choked back a sob, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I can't take this off, and it hurts so much, Mateo."

"If you want me to stop, for any reason at all, just slap your hand onto the bed, okay?" I nodded, one, final time, and then her pussy closed in on me and became my entire world. The taste of her pussy on my tongue. The smell of it in my nose. Every thought in my head faded away as my sister's pussy demanded my whole attention. For the briefest moment, I struggled to breathe through my nose, and, somewhat morbidly, the image of a tombstone filled my mind. "Here lies Erik," it read, "smothered to death by his twin sister's delicious pussy." It took everything in me not to burst into laughter, but I realized I could breathe without issue now and so I set to work.

Because the man who makes me wet without even trying or meaning to, isn’t my husband. It’s his best friend. His business partner. Literally his brother. Mason. Six-foot-two of quiet, lethal temptation carved into flesh, brown eyes that cut straight through every polite smile and compliment I give him and a mouth I’ve fantasized burying between my legs since the night Ethan introduced us.

Natasha rested her head gently against his shoulder. "You've listened to me, so tonight...I'll listen to you." Ethan let out a quiet breath. "I don't know where to start." "The beginning." His eyes remained fixed on the rain outside. "When people hear the word 'mafia', they imagine power, money, fear but they don't imagine children." Natasha stayed silent. "My brother and I...we didn't grow up like normal brothers, we grew up as competitors, our father believed affection made men weak so he never praised us, he compared us."

"Shut up and fuck me, brother. Or are you still too scared of Daddy's ghost?" The word "brother" sent a dark thrill through me. We weren't blood, but the family label made it filthy. Step-siblings bound by a marriage that ended in blood and betrayal. I ripped the robe off her completely, throwing it into the rain. Her tits bounced free, heavy, perfect D-cups with dark areolas I remembered sucking raw as teenagers. I bent down, biting one nipple hard while finger-fucking her faster, my thumb grinding her clit. She came violently, squirting down my hand, her screams echoing into the empty foyer. "Yes! Harder, you bastard!"

I hate these things about my body that it really forgets that the man f*cking it isn't mine, I don't know what happens to me when he touches me, I just forget everything around me, I forget that he is the husband of my little sister, and I'm having sex with my brother-in-law, I forget that the man who is licking my pussy seductively, and playing with my nipples, biting my boobs isn't mine. He is the only man who makes me so horny that I can't help wanting him more, despite hating him, I love him, love him fucking every cell of mine. I love his dominating nature over my body. “ Babes.. You are becoming sexy day by day, Mmm, I like the color of your bra.. ” he said as he removed my bra from my

I said, "I'm your brother. We shouldn't be doing this." My cock throbbed when I said 'brother,' and I saw her shiver when she felt it. "I don't care," she said, "I love you." "You don't understand," I said, lifting her up and impaling her for emphasis, "Once I come inside you, I am going to want to do it again. I am going to want to fuck my sister every chance I get." She moaned at that. She started pushing her hips forward and back in my grasp.