17-02-2025, 09:56 AM
Her nails scbangd against the carpet, her body tensing as he filled her, inch by inch, his movements slow and deliberate. The condom was a barrier, a necessary evil that allowed them to indulge in their darkest desires without consequence. Sharan's hand slid down her spine, his fingers reaching around to toy with her clit, his thumb circling the sensitive bud as he began to thrust into her.
Rupa's eyes closed, her moans turning into a litany of filthy words that seemed to hang in the air, a testament to the carnality of their union. "Fuck me, bhenchod," she whispered, her voice a hoarse rasp that seemed to strip him bare. "Harder."
Sharan's eyes narrowed, his own passion spiking at her words. He slammed into her, the sound of their flesh colliding echoing through the room. His hand on her neck tightened, his hips moving with a force that was almost violent in its intensity. Her body moving in time with his, a symphony of passion that was as raw as it was beautiful.
"Yes, bhenchod," she gasped, her voice a mix of pain and pleasure. "Fuck me harder."
The room was filled with the sound of their skin slapping together, the wet, slick sounds of their bodies moving in a rhythm that was as old as time itself. Rupa's breasts bounced with every thrust, the sight of them a visual feast that had Sharan's eyes glazed over with lust. His hand left her clit to grip her hip, his fingers digging into the flesh as he drove into her with a ferocity that was almost punishing.
"Oh, bhenchod," she moaned, her voice a sweet symphony of filth that only served to drive him deeper. "You feel so good."
Sharan's breath was hot against her neck, his teeth nipping at her earlobe as he pounded into her from behind. "You like that, don't you, behena?" he grunted, the words thick with lust.
Her response was a garbled cry, a mix of pleasure and pain as his cock hit the spot deep within her that made her see stars. "Yes, bhenchod," she whispered, the word a declaration of her complete surrender to him. "More."
Sharan's strokes grew more powerful, his hips slamming into her with a force that had her breasts bouncing, her ass slapping against his thighs. His hand moved from her neck to her hip, his grip bruising, his other hand reaching around to squeeze her breasts, his thumb flicking her nipples. The sting of pain was a sweet release, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body.
"Take it, Rupa," he grunted, his voice harsh with need. "Take all of me."
Her walls stretched around him, accommodating his thickness, the sensation of fullness making her feel complete. She pushed back against him, meeting each thrust with a wanton arch of her hips. The word "bhenchod" fell from her lips like a prayer, a declaration of the darkest, most primal need that surged through her body. It was a word that should have been a curse, but in this moment, it was a declaration of love and lust, a symbol of the forbidden bond brother & elder sister shared.
Their movements grew erratic, driven by a desperation that had been building since the moment she'd stepped into the room. The scent of their mingling arousal filled the air, a heady aphrodisiac that intoxicated them both. Sharan's eyes never left hers in the reflection of the windows, the sight of her pleasure his sole focus, his sole aim. The muscles in his arms flexed, his hand sliding down to cup her mound, his thumb pressing down on her clit, increasing the tempo of his assault.
Rupa's breath grew ragged, her moans turning into sobs as she felt herself teetering on the edge of climax. Her body was a maelstrom of sensation, each thrust of his cock pushing her closer and closer to the brink. She could feel her pussy clenching around him, her muscles spasming with the need for release. "Bhenchod," she screamed, the word torn from her chest as if by some unseen force. "I'm going to come."
Sharan's thrusts grew even more frenzied, his own climax a beast that roared within him, demanding to be set free. He could feel the tension building in his balls, the pressure that signaled his impending release. "Come for me," he grunted, his hand tightening on her hip, his thumb pressing down harder on her clit. "Come on my cock."
Rupa's body responded to his command, her pussy clenching around him as she screamed out her release. Her orgasm was a crescendo of pleasure, a wave that crashed over her, leaving her trembling and gasping for breath. Sharan's thrusts grew more erratic, his own release now imminent.
Her climax hit her like a bolt of lightning, a jolting sensation that seemed to radiate from her core outward. Her pussy spasmed around his cock, her walls tightening in a desperate grip that had him groaning with the effort to hold back his own orgasm. She could feel her juices flooding the condom, her body's response to the pleasure he gave her a testament to the power of their taboo union.
Rupa's eyes squeezed shut as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed through her, her body shaking with the force of it. She could feel her breasts jiggle against the floor, the sensation of his hand on her clit a constant reminder of the exquisite torment he inflicted. Her cries grew louder, her voice hoarse with passion, each syllable of "bhenchod" a declaration of her submission to the fierce pleasure that claimed her.
Sharan watched in the mirror, his eyes dark with desire, as her body convulsed around his cock. Her pussy was a tight, wet vice, each spasm sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. He felt the beast of his climax stirring, his balls tightening, the base of his spine tingling with the anticipation of release. He gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to come, wanting to prolong the exquisite torture, wanting to feel her come again and again.
With a grunt of effort, he pulled out, the sound of their bodies parting a stark contrast to the symphony of passion that had filled the room moments before. Rupa whimpered, her body already craving the fullness of him inside her again. He knelt behind her, his hand still working her clit, his thumb now slick with their combined juices. His other hand slid down her body, his fingers sliding through her wetness, before pressing against her anus, feeling the tightness there.
Her eyes went wide in the mirror, the surprise only adding to the intense sensations that flooded her. She'd never been taken there before, and the thought of her brother being the first sent a fresh wave of arousal through her. She felt his finger push against her, the pressure building, and she bit her lip, the pain mixing with the pleasure until she wasn't sure where one ended and the other began.
Rupa's eyes closed, her moans turning into a litany of filthy words that seemed to hang in the air, a testament to the carnality of their union. "Fuck me, bhenchod," she whispered, her voice a hoarse rasp that seemed to strip him bare. "Harder."
Sharan's eyes narrowed, his own passion spiking at her words. He slammed into her, the sound of their flesh colliding echoing through the room. His hand on her neck tightened, his hips moving with a force that was almost violent in its intensity. Her body moving in time with his, a symphony of passion that was as raw as it was beautiful.
"Yes, bhenchod," she gasped, her voice a mix of pain and pleasure. "Fuck me harder."
The room was filled with the sound of their skin slapping together, the wet, slick sounds of their bodies moving in a rhythm that was as old as time itself. Rupa's breasts bounced with every thrust, the sight of them a visual feast that had Sharan's eyes glazed over with lust. His hand left her clit to grip her hip, his fingers digging into the flesh as he drove into her with a ferocity that was almost punishing.
"Oh, bhenchod," she moaned, her voice a sweet symphony of filth that only served to drive him deeper. "You feel so good."
Sharan's breath was hot against her neck, his teeth nipping at her earlobe as he pounded into her from behind. "You like that, don't you, behena?" he grunted, the words thick with lust.
Her response was a garbled cry, a mix of pleasure and pain as his cock hit the spot deep within her that made her see stars. "Yes, bhenchod," she whispered, the word a declaration of her complete surrender to him. "More."
Sharan's strokes grew more powerful, his hips slamming into her with a force that had her breasts bouncing, her ass slapping against his thighs. His hand moved from her neck to her hip, his grip bruising, his other hand reaching around to squeeze her breasts, his thumb flicking her nipples. The sting of pain was a sweet release, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body.
"Take it, Rupa," he grunted, his voice harsh with need. "Take all of me."
Her walls stretched around him, accommodating his thickness, the sensation of fullness making her feel complete. She pushed back against him, meeting each thrust with a wanton arch of her hips. The word "bhenchod" fell from her lips like a prayer, a declaration of the darkest, most primal need that surged through her body. It was a word that should have been a curse, but in this moment, it was a declaration of love and lust, a symbol of the forbidden bond brother & elder sister shared.
Their movements grew erratic, driven by a desperation that had been building since the moment she'd stepped into the room. The scent of their mingling arousal filled the air, a heady aphrodisiac that intoxicated them both. Sharan's eyes never left hers in the reflection of the windows, the sight of her pleasure his sole focus, his sole aim. The muscles in his arms flexed, his hand sliding down to cup her mound, his thumb pressing down on her clit, increasing the tempo of his assault.
Rupa's breath grew ragged, her moans turning into sobs as she felt herself teetering on the edge of climax. Her body was a maelstrom of sensation, each thrust of his cock pushing her closer and closer to the brink. She could feel her pussy clenching around him, her muscles spasming with the need for release. "Bhenchod," she screamed, the word torn from her chest as if by some unseen force. "I'm going to come."
Sharan's thrusts grew even more frenzied, his own climax a beast that roared within him, demanding to be set free. He could feel the tension building in his balls, the pressure that signaled his impending release. "Come for me," he grunted, his hand tightening on her hip, his thumb pressing down harder on her clit. "Come on my cock."
Rupa's body responded to his command, her pussy clenching around him as she screamed out her release. Her orgasm was a crescendo of pleasure, a wave that crashed over her, leaving her trembling and gasping for breath. Sharan's thrusts grew more erratic, his own release now imminent.
Her climax hit her like a bolt of lightning, a jolting sensation that seemed to radiate from her core outward. Her pussy spasmed around his cock, her walls tightening in a desperate grip that had him groaning with the effort to hold back his own orgasm. She could feel her juices flooding the condom, her body's response to the pleasure he gave her a testament to the power of their taboo union.
Rupa's eyes squeezed shut as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed through her, her body shaking with the force of it. She could feel her breasts jiggle against the floor, the sensation of his hand on her clit a constant reminder of the exquisite torment he inflicted. Her cries grew louder, her voice hoarse with passion, each syllable of "bhenchod" a declaration of her submission to the fierce pleasure that claimed her.
Sharan watched in the mirror, his eyes dark with desire, as her body convulsed around his cock. Her pussy was a tight, wet vice, each spasm sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. He felt the beast of his climax stirring, his balls tightening, the base of his spine tingling with the anticipation of release. He gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to come, wanting to prolong the exquisite torture, wanting to feel her come again and again.
With a grunt of effort, he pulled out, the sound of their bodies parting a stark contrast to the symphony of passion that had filled the room moments before. Rupa whimpered, her body already craving the fullness of him inside her again. He knelt behind her, his hand still working her clit, his thumb now slick with their combined juices. His other hand slid down her body, his fingers sliding through her wetness, before pressing against her anus, feeling the tightness there.
Her eyes went wide in the mirror, the surprise only adding to the intense sensations that flooded her. She'd never been taken there before, and the thought of her brother being the first sent a fresh wave of arousal through her. She felt his finger push against her, the pressure building, and she bit her lip, the pain mixing with the pleasure until she wasn't sure where one ended and the other began.
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