17-02-2025, 10:07 AM
Her eyes watered, her mouth forming a perfect 'O' of shock and sensation. The pain was intense, a white-hot brand that seemed to sear through her flesh. But it was the way her body responded that surprised her. Her pussy clenched around his cock, her orgasm building once more. She had never felt anything like this before, a pain that was somehow pleasurable, that seemed to heighten her desire rather than dull it.
Sharan watched her in the mirror, his own eyes glazed with lust. He saw the way her body responded to his touch, the way she arched into his pinch, her back bowing like a taut bow. He knew he had found a button, a secret spot that could push her over the edge. He pinched her other nipple, just as hard, and Rupa's cry was a symphony of pain and pleasure.
Her pussy clamped down on his cock like a vice, her muscles contracting around him in a spasm that had him groaning with need. He could feel the condom stretching, the ribs digging into him, the sensation almost too much to handle. But he didn't stop, didn't ease up. He wanted her to come again, wanted to watch her shatter in his arms.
With one final, brutal thrust, he felt it, the coil of tension in his balls tightening to the point of pain before exploding in a rush of hot, white-hot ecstasy. He came with a roar, his hips bucking against hers, his cock pulsing deep inside her. "Behen ki laudi," he grunted, the words a mix of love and lust, of possession and passion.
Sharan pulled out, the sound of the condom slipping from her wetness a stark reminder of the reality of their situation. He collapsed beside her, both of them panting, their bodies slick with sweat and desire, Rupa's pussy was a mess, the condom on Sharan's cock still in place, the ribs a testament to the intensity of their lovemaking.
Rupa lay there, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm, her eyes closed, a content smile playing on her lips. Her pussy was still throbbing, the ache a delicious reminder of the pleasure she had just experienced. She felt a strange sense of satisfaction, a feeling of rightness that she had never felt before.
Sharan's hand was still on her chest, his thumb absently playing with her nipple, the slight pain a reminder of the intensity of their coupling. He watched her, his eyes dark with satisfaction, his cock still hard despite having come just moments ago. He couldn't believe what they had just done, the lines between love and lust blurring until they were indistinguishable.
With a wicked smile, Rupa reached out, her hand sliding down his chest, over the ridges of his abdomen, and coming to rest on his cock. The condom was still in place, a testament to their passionate union, the ribs a stark contrast to the smoothness of his skin. She traced the outline of the latex, her eyes never leaving his, her touch featherlight, as if she was afraid to break the spell.
Then, with a sudden decisiveness that took him by surprise, she tugged the condom off, the sound of it slipping from his cock echoing through the room like a gunshot. She held it up between her fingers, the latex shiny with their combined juices. The sight of it, stretched and used, made his cock twitch with residual arousal.
Without breaking eye contact, Rupa brought the condom to her lips, her tongue darting out to give it a single, deliberate lick. The gesture was so brazen, so unabashedly erotic, that Sharan's breath caught in his throat. He watched as her tongue slid along the length of it, tasting the remnants of their union, the ribs of the condom leaving an imprint on her soft, full lower lip.
Her hand moved to the bedside bin, the gesture a silent question. Sharan nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. Rupa tossed the condom into the bin with a flick of her wrist, the latex landing with a wet splat. The sound was a strange counterpoint to the silence that had settled over them, a stark reminder of the reality of their incestuous encounter.
The room was heavy with the scent of sex, their mingled musk, a heady perfume that seemed to cling to the air. The condom lay discarded, a testament to their passion, the ribs a silent reminder of the forbidden pleasure they had just shared. Rupa felt a strange thrill at the sight of it, a sense of power that she had never felt before. She had pushed her brother to the edge, had made him lose control in a way she had never seen.
Sharan watched her in the mirror, his own eyes glazed with lust. He saw the way her body responded to his touch, the way she arched into his pinch, her back bowing like a taut bow. He knew he had found a button, a secret spot that could push her over the edge. He pinched her other nipple, just as hard, and Rupa's cry was a symphony of pain and pleasure.
Her pussy clamped down on his cock like a vice, her muscles contracting around him in a spasm that had him groaning with need. He could feel the condom stretching, the ribs digging into him, the sensation almost too much to handle. But he didn't stop, didn't ease up. He wanted her to come again, wanted to watch her shatter in his arms.
With one final, brutal thrust, he felt it, the coil of tension in his balls tightening to the point of pain before exploding in a rush of hot, white-hot ecstasy. He came with a roar, his hips bucking against hers, his cock pulsing deep inside her. "Behen ki laudi," he grunted, the words a mix of love and lust, of possession and passion.
Sharan pulled out, the sound of the condom slipping from her wetness a stark reminder of the reality of their situation. He collapsed beside her, both of them panting, their bodies slick with sweat and desire, Rupa's pussy was a mess, the condom on Sharan's cock still in place, the ribs a testament to the intensity of their lovemaking.
Rupa lay there, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm, her eyes closed, a content smile playing on her lips. Her pussy was still throbbing, the ache a delicious reminder of the pleasure she had just experienced. She felt a strange sense of satisfaction, a feeling of rightness that she had never felt before.
Sharan's hand was still on her chest, his thumb absently playing with her nipple, the slight pain a reminder of the intensity of their coupling. He watched her, his eyes dark with satisfaction, his cock still hard despite having come just moments ago. He couldn't believe what they had just done, the lines between love and lust blurring until they were indistinguishable.
With a wicked smile, Rupa reached out, her hand sliding down his chest, over the ridges of his abdomen, and coming to rest on his cock. The condom was still in place, a testament to their passionate union, the ribs a stark contrast to the smoothness of his skin. She traced the outline of the latex, her eyes never leaving his, her touch featherlight, as if she was afraid to break the spell.
Then, with a sudden decisiveness that took him by surprise, she tugged the condom off, the sound of it slipping from his cock echoing through the room like a gunshot. She held it up between her fingers, the latex shiny with their combined juices. The sight of it, stretched and used, made his cock twitch with residual arousal.
Without breaking eye contact, Rupa brought the condom to her lips, her tongue darting out to give it a single, deliberate lick. The gesture was so brazen, so unabashedly erotic, that Sharan's breath caught in his throat. He watched as her tongue slid along the length of it, tasting the remnants of their union, the ribs of the condom leaving an imprint on her soft, full lower lip.
Her hand moved to the bedside bin, the gesture a silent question. Sharan nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. Rupa tossed the condom into the bin with a flick of her wrist, the latex landing with a wet splat. The sound was a strange counterpoint to the silence that had settled over them, a stark reminder of the reality of their incestuous encounter.
The room was heavy with the scent of sex, their mingled musk, a heady perfume that seemed to cling to the air. The condom lay discarded, a testament to their passion, the ribs a silent reminder of the forbidden pleasure they had just shared. Rupa felt a strange thrill at the sight of it, a sense of power that she had never felt before. She had pushed her brother to the edge, had made him lose control in a way she had never seen.
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