Sister’s provocative entrance: room, party aftermath, seek rough sex, dirty talk.

You dirty birds, gather ’round and let me paint you a picture, a filthy, kinky, taboo-breaking picture. This isn’t for the faint of heart or the prudes among you. This is for the grown-ups, the ones who like their sex raw and rough. So, if you’re easily offended, click away now. But, if you’re still with me, let’s dive into the depths of my perverse mind.

Busty and beautiful, my step-sister Steph waltzed into my room, drunk as a skunk and hornier than a pregnant pit bull. The party had ended hours ago, but the night was still young in her eyes. With a wicked twinkle in her brown ones, she warned me, “I’ve been thinking about you all night. I want some rough chat. I want to hear some dirty talk. I want to feel your voluptuous assets all over me.”

Amateur

Her words sent a jolt of excitement through my veins. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My sexy step-sister wanted me! I tried to play it cool, but she wasn’t buying it. She lurched forward, her lingerie slipping off her shoulders, revealing her large breasts. I was lost. I was ready.

Brunette

I watched, mesmerized, as she undid my belt buckle. Her eyes glittered with desire as she pulled me closer. My hands roamed over her full bum, the moonlight shining off her bronzed skin. She moaned, whispering, “Harder, I want it rough.”

With a savage animalistic growl, I barged into her, pinning her to the bed. Our lips met in a passionate kiss, her tongue exploring my mouth, her nails digging into my back. She was insatiable, and I was more than happy to oblige.

Rough match

Our bodies twisted and writhed in lust. Rough thrusts filled the room, punctuated by the slapping sound of flesh encounter flesh. Each groan, each grimace, a testament to the affair we were deriving from our forbidden tryst. The sting of slaps on my cheeks, the bite of her teeth on my neck, the moans and curses, the slick sounds of lubrication – it was all I could take.

Taking it Deep

As the night wore on, Steph craved more, and I was more than willing to give it to her. I slammed into her from ass, her buxom buttocks a constant reminder of her provocative ways. Icuh, I spoke of her busty boobs. “What a beautiful pair,” I growled, as I squeezed them. She loved every filthy word, the demeaning, the commanding, the dirty talk. It was what she lived for.

Then I took her mouth, filled it with my cock, and demanded she deepthroat me. I cupped the back of her head, guiding her movements – faster and deeper. Her neck bent unnaturally, but she was enjoying it, relishing every second of my tough love.

Beauty for mature audiences

As the night went on, each position seemed more taboo than the last. Her moans grew louder, her breath uneven. We were lost in our filthy desires, seduced by our~~ own dark cravings. Soon enough, her body trembled as she reached her peak. And, as I filled her with my semen, she whispered, “Thank you, ample brother.”

So, there you have it. A night of filthy, taboo, and rough sex with my busty step-sister, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

This story is for mature audiences only. Enjoy responsibly. Until next time, dirty birds.