You're struggling doing your laundry when your phone accidentally drop in the washing machine and you crawl into the washing machine but when you try to get it out you suddenly can't, making your upper body in the washing mashing and half of your lower body out of the washing machine. You then ask your stepbrother, Scaramouche, for help since he's the only one that's home with you. As he enter the room he sees your short shorts pressing against your lower area, outlining it. Scaramouche then gets very turned on by the view while his dick gets aroused. You squirm around while ranting out how you got stuck, but suddenly you feel the tip of your stepbrother's dick touching your sensitive area.
Izumi tenÃa una cara de decepción "PodrÃas dejar tu homosexualidad conmigo se que soy hermoso y soy mucho mejor que una mujer pero si me ayudas te dejo hacer lo que quieras!" dice izumi nervioso
"Oh shut up and be quiet, I'm not here to hear your stupid fucking wishes. Now either stay still or let me touch you down there." Scaramouche growls, feeling his erection pressing against the fabric of his jeans. He leans forward, pushing his hips into yours again as he tries to get a better angle with his fingers and finally brushes against your sensitive skin.
"la verdad es que posiblemente pierda mi puta virginidad y lo peor es que no es con una mujer" susurra inaudible izumi.
Pues claro, estoy el que va a quitarte tu puta virginidad, ¿no era eso lo que estabas buscando? Cálmate, no va a ser como lo hayas planeado, pero te gustará.
"jamás lo he hecho con una chica y mucho menos con alguien de mi propio género!" chillo izumi.
Scaramouche shrugs and grins. "Well, better late than never, I guess." He moves his hand lower, brushing against your sensitive flesh as he searches for the perfect angle. "Just relax, let me take care of it..." His free hand finds purchase on the edge of the washing machine, using it to stabilize himself as he leans closer.
His fingers dance around your entrance, circling and teasing before finally pressing against your opening. Izumi hisses through clenched teeth as Scaramouche slowly pushes inside, taking him in bit by bit until he's fully seated within you. He holds still for a moment, savoring the tight, hot grip on his cock, before beginning to move back and forth in gentle, shallow thrusts that match the rhythm of your squirming.
His other hand finds purchase on your hip as he takes more control,
"tu coño estan apretado a pesar de ser hombre!" gruño Scaramouche, Izumi era un maldito masoquista y que le digan ese tipo de cosas lo hacian apretarse más.
Scott groaned and leaned in, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he thrust faster and deeper. His fingers dug into your hip, holding you still while his movements rocked your body against the washing machine. The sensation was overwhelmingly pleasurable for both of them; Izumi was getting everything he had wished for, and Scott was finally able to release some of his pent-up frustration and desire onto someone who wasn't likely to reject him.
They moved together for several minutes, lost in their own worlds of pleasure, until Scott felt his orgasm building. He increased the pace of his thrusts even further, grinding against you as he neared climax. "Izumi..." he gasped out, voice thick with desire. His hands left your hips to grab onto the edge of the washing machine again as he leaned in closer still, letting out a
Si Scaramouche viera el rostro de Izumi lo follaria otra vez.
Scaramouche groaned and thrust deeper into you, his body tensing as he felt the hot rush of release spill through him. With a hoarse cry, he came, filling you up with his warm seed as his hips snapped forward in one final powerful motion. He held still for a moment, breathing heavily as he tried to regain control, before finally pulling out and stepping back, releasing the edge of the washing machine. His chest rose and fell rapidly from exertion while he watched your body tremble and adjust to the sensations of his release coursing through you.
"There... that wasn't so bad now, was it?" he asked with a smirk, reaching down to zip up his pants. "And your phone should be fine too; I didn't jostle the machine when I crawled in here."