She stood, her nipples hard against her bra, her chest heaving as she pushed him back onto the couch. "Your turn," she purred, her voice dripping with invitation. With a slow, deliberate motion, she lifted her shorts, revealing her soaking wet pussy. Her lips were swollen and glistening, her scent musky and intoxicating. He growled, his control snapping as he pulled her closer, his fingers diving into her heat. Her walls clenched around him, tight and wet, her juices coating his hand as he fingered her relentlessly.
She gasped, her head falling back, her breasts rising with her rapid breaths. "I need you inside me," she begged, her voice trembling with need. He stood, lifting her onto the couch, her legs wrapping around his waist as he positioned himself between her thighs. His cock teased her entrance, the tip pressing against her, her breath hitching in anticipation. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he buried himself deep within her, her tight walls gripping him like a vice.
She cried out, her nails digging into his back as he began to move, his hips snapping against hers in a rhythm that was both desperate and deliberate. Their bodies slapped together, the sound echoing in the quiet house, a stark contrast to the distant laughter of their dad outside. "Harder," she demanded, her voice laced with pleasure, her eyes wild with desire. He obliged, his thrusts becoming more urgent, his cock pounding into her with a force that left them both breathless.
Her pussy clenched around him, her walls milking him as she neared her climax. "Cum with me," he growled, his voice raw with need. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body tensing as her orgasm ripped through her. She screamed his name, her body shaking, her juices flooding around his cock. He followed, his balls tightening as he filled her with his hot seed, his name on her lips as he emptied himself into her.
They collapsed in a tangle of limbs, their hearts pounding in unison, the weight of their secret pressing down on them. Outside, their dad's laughter drifted through the air, a stark reminder of the forbidden nature of their passion. She rested her head on his chest, her breath evening out as he stroked her hair, their bodies still connected, his softening cock still buried inside her. The air was thick with the aftermath of their desire, the silence between them speaking volumes. They knew what they had done was wrong, but in that moment, they couldn't bring themselves to care. The only thing that mattered was the way their bodies fit together, the way their hearts beat as one, and the secret they now shared.
