Behenchod: My sister, my lover(Brother-sister)

[Mohit.Kumar]

Sharan's hand was slick with her juices, and he used them to ease his way into her ass. He watched her face in the reflection, the way her eyes fluttered and her cheeks flushed, the way she panted and whimpered with every inch of his penetration.

 

He slid his thumb back to her clit, resuming his merciless circles, the dual sensation making Rupa's eyes roll back in her head. She had never felt anything like this before, the mix of pleasure and pain, the fullness of his index finger in her ass and the teasing promise of his cock against her slick pussy. It was overwhelming, and she didn't know if she could handle it. But she didn't want it to stop.

 

Her breath came in short, sharp gasps as Sharan began to push his finger deeper into her ass. She could feel her body stretching, the tight ring of muscle giving way to his insistent pressure. It burned, a delicious ache that she couldn't get enough of. Her hand reached back, her nails digging into the flesh of his thigh, urging him on. "More," she gasped, her voice a desperate plea.

 

He complied, his finger sliding in and out of her with a steady rhythm, each thrust sending sparks of sensation through her body. Rupa's eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth falling open in a silent scream of pleasure as she felt her climax building once again. The sensation of his thumb on her clit, his finger in her ass, the pressure and the fullness, it was too much, and yet it wasn't enough. She needed more, needed him deeper, harder, filling every inch of her.

 

Sharan watched her in the mirror, his eyes hooded with lust, his breath coming in short pants as he worked her body. He could feel his own climax building, his cock pulsing with the need to be inside her. He knew he couldn't last much longer, but he wanted her to come again first, wanted to see her shatter beneath his touch. His finger in her ass moved faster, the pressure increasing, his thumb never ceasing its relentless assault on her clit.

 

Rupa's moans grew louder, her body trembling with the effort to hold on. She felt herself spiraling out of control, the pleasure so intense it was almost unbearable. She pushed back against his hand, her hips moving in a frantic rhythm that matched the pounding in her chest. Her pussy was wet, begging for him, and she knew she was close, so close.

 

With a final, desperate push, Sharan's finger slid all the way into her ass, the tip brushing against something deep inside her that made her entire body convulse with pleasure. Rupa screamed, her orgasm ripping through her like a tornado, leaving her gasping for air. Her pussy clenched around nothing, desperate for the feel of his cock, the emptiness a stark contrast to the fullness of her ass.

 

The sight of her, writhing on the floor, her body a canvas of ecstasy, was almost too much for Sharan to handle. With a groan, he pulled his finger out, his own need demanding to be sated. He positioned the head of his cock at her wet entrance, watching as she panted, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her climax. "Are you ready for me, behena?" he whispered, his voice a dark promise.

 

Rupa's eyes snapped open, meeting his in the mirror. "Yes," she hissed. She arched her back, raising her ass in the air, her pussy swollen and begging for his attention. "Fuck me, bhenchod," she ordered, her voice a blend of dominance and need that had him obeying without question.

 

Sharan's cock throbbed with anticipation, the condom feeling almost painfully tight as he positioned himself at her entrance. He watched her in the mirror, her face contorted with need, her hand still splayed on the carpet, supporting her trembling body. The sight of her, so wanton and open, made his blood boil with a desire that was both fierce and primal.

 

He waited, giving her a moment to adjust, his hand gentle on her hip, his breathing shallow and ragged.

 

"Fuck me," Rupa growled, the words a command that sent a shiver of anticipation through Sharan's body.

 

Her ass was a perfect curve in the air, the roundness of her cheeks begging for his touch. The sight of her, so wanton and eager, was almost too much to bear. He lined his cock up with her dripping pussy, the head nudging against her swollen folds. With a grunt, he pushed forward, feeling the tightness of her entrance give way to the thickness of his cock.

 

Rupa's moan was a symphony of pleasure, the sound echoing off the walls of the hotel room. She pushed back against him, her hips rolling in a silent demand for more. He obliged, his strokes deep and powerful, his cock filling her completely. The feel of her wetness around him was like nothing he'd ever experienced, a warm embrace that seemed to suck him in deeper with every thrust.

 

Sharan's hand slammed down onto her ass, the sound of skin on skin a sharp counterpoint to their muffled cries. He watched as his handprint blossomed red against her skin, the sight of it only serving to drive him harder. He could feel her tightening around him, her muscles clenching and unclenching in a delicious rhythm that had him biting back a groan.

 

"Fuck me," Rupa moaned again, her voice a low, guttural command that sent a bolt of lust straight to his core. She raised her hips even higher, her pussy a slick, wet invitation that he couldn't resist. He gripped her waist, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, and drove into her with a ferocity that made her gasp.

 

Her walls clamped down around him, tight as a vice, and he felt his control slipping, the beast of his desire demanding to be set free. He pulled almost all the way out, his cock glistening with her juices, before slamming back into her again, his movements a blur of passion and need. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a testament to their carnality, their shared hunger for this taboo act.

 

The ribs of the condom scbangd against her sensitive inner walls, sending bolts of pleasure through her body with every stroke. Rupa had never felt so alive, so wanted, so consumed by another's lust. She pushed back into him, her body moving in perfect counterpoint to his, her cries of "bhenchod" a litany of praise for the way he filled her, the way he claimed her.

 

Sharan felt like a god, his cock a weapon of divine pleasure that could bring her to her knees. He watched as his hand left imprints on her ass, the redness a stark contrast to the creamy white of her skin. The sight of his fingers disappearing into her tight hole was almost too much to bear, his cock pulsing with the need to come deep inside her.

 

He held back, his teeth clenched as he felt the pressure building, the ribs of the kohinoor condom providing a delicious friction that only added to the intensity. Rupa's pussy was a vice around him, squeezing and releasing in a rhythm that made him feel like he was losing his mind. He could feel the condom stretching, the ribs digging into his skin, a reminder of the illicit act they were committing.

 

With a snarl, he gave in to his primal instincts, his hips slamming into her with an almost brutal force. Rupa's cries grew louder, her body arching back, her breasts bouncing with every impact. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the room, a symphony of passion that seemed to crescendo with every thrust. He could feel her muscles tightening around him, her pussy pulsing.

 

The ribs of the kohinoor condom scbangd along his length, sending waves of pleasure through him with every stroke. He was lost in the sensation, his mind a haze of lust and need. The condom was a barrier, a thin line that separated them, and yet it only served to heighten the experience, the ribs a constant reminder of the taboo nature of their union.

 

He watched as his cock disappeared into her, the ribs disappearing into the pink folds of her pussy. Each thrust brought a new round of cries from Rupa, her body tightening around him, her walls contracting in a silent plea for more.

 

The ribs of the kohinoor condom dug into her, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her core, making her toes curl with every stroke. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt before, the combination of his thickness and the condom's texture sending her to new heights of ecstasy. She felt filled to the brim, her body stretched tight around him, each movement sending jolts of pleasure through her.

 

Sharan's eyes never left hers in the mirror, watching her face contort with every thrust, every gasp and moan that slipped past her parted lips. His grip on her waist tightened, his strokes growing more and more relentless as the need to claim her completely consumed him. The ribs of the condom provided a delicious friction, a constant reminder of the sinful nature of their act.

 

Rupa's breasts bobbed with every impact, the sight of them driving Sharan wild with lust. He reached out, his hand wrapping around one, his thumb teasing the sensitive peak. The feel of her soft flesh in his hand only served to fuel his desire, his other hand sliding down to her pussy, his thumb finding her clit once more. He began to rub, the pad of his thumb circling the swollen nub, the rhythm in sync with his hips as they pounded into her.

 

With a sudden, almost violent movement, he pinched her nipple hard, his fingers digging into the sensitive flesh. Rupa's scream was a mix of pain and pleasure, her body arching off the floor, her back bowing like a drawn bow. The sensation was like a lightning bolt, the pain searing through her, the pleasure a dark thunder that echoed in its wake.