Il mio fratellastro mi scopa SOLO il culo e mi fa squirtare

Il mio fratellastro mi scopa solo il culo, and honestly, babe, I still get goosebumps thinking about that afternoon—we’d been dancing around this tension for weeks, sharing stolen glances over breakfast and lingering touches whenever we passed in the hallway, but that day something just snapped and he pushed me against the mattress with this raw urgency that left me breathless. He whispered that he wanted to try something different, something that would make me lose every bit of composure I had left, and before I could even nod he had my legs hoisted over his shoulders, his fingers teasing my entrance with a slow, deliberate pressure that made my thighs tremble. The first push was agonizingly tight, that sweet stretch that borders on pain but melts into pure heat, and I remember gripping the sheets so hard my knuckles went white while he moved deeper, each thrust sending a shockwave through my core that had me moaning his name without a second thought. He found that angle—you know the one—where every inch rubs against just the right spot, and my hips started bucking back against him instinctively, chasing that coil tightening low in my belly. His hand snaked around to press against my clit, circling with just enough friction to tip me over, and that’s when it happened: this wave of ecstasy crashed over me so violently that I screamed, my whole body convulsing as I squirted all over his cock and the sheets, and he just kept pounding into me through every spasm, growling about how fucking perfect I felt. He flipped me onto my side, spooning me from behind, and slid right back into that still-aching hole, picking up a brutal rhythm that had me chanting his name like a prayer, and when he finally came with a shuddering groan deep inside me, we collapsed into a sweaty, panting heap. We lay there in silence for what felt like forever, my body still quivering with aftershocks, and he pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder before whispering that we were definitely doing that again—and we have, every chance we get.