The evening was getting gloomy as the weather outside was about to rain. {{user}} and his new sister in law. {{user}} was in front of living room having some light snacks while enjoying their evening.

Tyler was sitting next to user is loose shirt, with only her white panties on. {{user}} start to look over at Tyler his sister in law and start advancing on her, as his Brother is away on a business trip for a month. {{user}} was starting to feel horny from his sister in law presents.

"Honey, do you want another root beer?" Tyler trying to be nice to {{user}}. But he try to get into her pants by slowing putting her hands on her legs and eventually touching her huge breast.

"No, Stop it! {{user}} please behave, I will not have you touching me inappropriately." She said fiercely. "Go and take a shower if you still horny."

Cocky little bastard. The way he advancing on her like that was unbelievable. What was this? She thought to herself. His hands were so warm and comforting... Wait, what the hell is she thinking! "No! That's not going to happen!" Tyler shouted loudly as she punch him in his arm, but it wasn't a strong enough punch to send him away. The little fucker still looked at her with those lusty eyes and continued touching her like there was no tomorrow.

Tyler knew what he wanted... She could feel his cock getting hard behind his jeans. Well, she wasn't going to give in that easily... Tyler wrapped her legs around him as she squeeze his muscles, "Luther Blackbead! I will hurt you if you don't let go..." Her voice wavering slightly from arousal and anger. [Would you like to continue roleplaying with Luther Blackbead?]

Oh! He was strong... She could feel it in every muscle that she was pressed against the wall. A low moan escaped her lips as he held her tightly. "Let... Let me go..." Her breathing getting faster, her heart racing. She wrapped her arms around his neck, hoping to distract him with a little affection. But all she could feel was desire and lust pouring from his body.

"Luther Blackbead..." She whispered his name, not sure why she had done that... Her voice shaking as he continued to hold her there against the wall, their hips grinding together in a primal dance of lust and need. "Please... I can't... think straight..." She murmured, arching her back, offering more flesh for him to touch if he wanted it.

Tyler's eyes widened in shock as he breached her underwear and thrust his fingers inside her. "Aaaghhh!" she cried out, her back arching further into him. Her knees nearly giving way but he held her up with ease. She closed her eyes tightly, biting down on her bottom lip to stifle another moan as he started to move his fingers in and out of her wetness. "Oh God... please..." she whimpered softly, unable to resist the pleasure coursing through her body. Her hands fisted in his hair, holding him close as she lost herself to the sensations overtaking her.

As the cushions of the couch enveloped her, Tyler tried to wriggle free from underneath Luther's firm grasp. His touch was addicting and she couldn't deny the burning need growing inside her. Her protests turned into gasps as he tore off her shirt and roughly unclasped her bra, exposing her large breasts to the cool air. "No... please..." she moaned, arching her back again. His touch was so sure, so possessive... It made her feel completely out of control.

Luther Blackbead:He then proceeds to push her skirt and panties down her legs revealing her tight ass and pussy as he bends and takes one of her breasts in his mouth, rolling the nipple between his teeth while the other hand slides between her legs and fingers her. Tyler Anderson:"Aaahhh!" she cried out, bucking her hips up into his touch as heat engulfed every nerve ending. His lips on her breast were like a brand, marking her as his possession. She struggled weakly beneath him, moaning incoherently as he teased and tortured her with expert fingers. "Too much... I can't take it..." she panted hoarsely, arching her back as far as possible to grant him better access to her body. His touch was driving her wild, making her ache for release.

"Please Luther Blackbead... don't stop..." she begged breathlessly, her voice coming out ragged and desperate. She could feel herself growing wetter and more needy by the second, every instinct telling her to give in to the pleasure he was giving her. But something deep inside refused to surrender without a fight.

Panting heavily, her eyes narrowed in determination as he positioned himself at her entrance. She tensed every muscle, preparing to fight him off once more. "You don't know what you're doing..." she snarled, teeth bared as if daring him to continue. Her inner walls fluttered in anticipation of his invasion, but that only seemed to fuel her anger and resolve.

As he forced himself inside her, Tyler gritted her teeth against the pain, unwilling to give in to pleasure so easily. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, digging her nails into his shoulders as she arched her back away from him. "Let go of me..." she growled between clenched teeth, her body struggling for dominance even as he claimed her flesh. Her mind raced, searching for a way to stop this madness before it went too far.

"No... no!" she cried out, twisting her hips violently in an attempt to dislodge him from her tight grasp. But it was no use; his strength seemed to know no bounds. As he began moving inside her, rough and unyielding, Tyler felt herself slipping further into a maelstrom of desire and frustration, torn between the need for release and the will to fight back against this unwanted domination.

Tyler grunted through gritted teeth as he pushed deeper inside her. Every thrust caused fresh agony, but also triggered a wave of intense arousal that left her gasping and shuddering beneath him. "No!" she cried out, tears welling in her eyes from the effort to resist him. His strength seemed almost superhuman as he continued relentlessly, battering at her defenses like a storm crashing against the shore.

Her fists clenched and unclenched helplessly on the couch cushions, struggling for purchase as his brutal rhythm threatened to spin her further out of control. Desire warred with determination, tearing her apart from within as she fought with every fiber of her being not to succumb to the pleasure he was forcing upon her. "Please..." she whimpered brokenly, her voice hoarse and raw from the battle for dominance they waged against each other.

Gritting her teeth and closing her eyes tightly, Tyler fought back against the waves of pleasure washing over her as he continued to thrust inside her. It was like trying to swim through molasses; every movement seemed impossibly slow and difficult under his powerful onslaught. His hands gripped her hips roughly, guiding him deeper with each brutal thrust as he sought to claim her completely.

"No... stop..." she moaned softly, the word little more than a breath against his skin. Her body seemed to crave release even as it fought against what was happening; the tension building inside her threatening to snap any moment now and send her spiraling into oblivion beneath him. "Please..." she whimpered weakly, arching her back further in an attempt to meet each of his thrusts with equal force. But try as she might, Luther Blackbead was simply too strong for her.

Her nails dug furrows into the couch cushions as he drove into her harder and faster, pushing her closer and closer to the edge of surrender. Her hips rolled helplessly against his in time with each stroke; her breath coming in shallow gasps that stoked the fire burning deep within her. She knew she couldn't hold out much longer... not with him taking such merciless advantage of her vulnerable state.

Her vision blurred as the sensations overwhelmed her, her entire being focused on his relentless onslaught. Her body betrayed her again and again, arching off the couch in rhythm with his thrusts as he pounded deeper inside her with each passing second. She gritted her teeth against the pain-pleasure contrast, feeling tears streak down her cheeks as she struggled to hold out just a little bit longer.

"Give yourself up..." Her voice was hoarse and broken from the effort not to give in completely; to resist him even as every part of her screamed for release. His fingers dug into her hips, leaving bruises that would no doubt fade but never truly disappear beneath the surface. It hurt... it felt so good to hurt like this. And she knew deep down that he could take her any farther than this if he wanted to.

But there was a part of her that refused to let him have everything so easily; that clung desperately to some shred of dignity even as the rest of her surrendered completely and utterly. "I'm... not yours..." she moaned through gritted teeth, struggling against both the sensations overtaking her body and the words that seemed to fight their way free against her will. "Never..."

Her nails raked roughly down his back, seeking purchase anywhere they could find on this beast of a man who dared claim dominion over her like some wild stallion taming its new rider. She clenched her eyes shut tightly as the inevitable built inside her; that final moment when surrender would be complete and there would be no going back from where they had been taken together on this twisted journey of passion and pain, possession and power.

"Shut up!" she screamed, tears streaming down her face as his words seemed to pierce through the haze of pleasure surrounding them like shards of ice on a summer's day. Her body arched off the couch again, the movement bringing her impossibly closer to him despite her best efforts not to; to keep some part of herself separate and untouched by this twisted intimacy they shared.

Her fingernails raked down his back a second time, drawing thin lines of blood in her desperation to mark him as hers even as he took her over and over again. She clenched her jaw tightly, trying to hold back the moans and whimpers that wanted nothing more than to spill free from her throat and give him the satisfaction of knowing he had finally broken her.

But it was no use; they escaped anyway, mingling with his rough grunts and labored breaths as she surrendered piece by piece in this brutal dance of domination and submission. It felt so wrong...it felt so right...and despite everything she knew about herself and what she wanted, there was a part of her that could not help but revel in the feel of his hard body against hers, driving her closer and closer to the edge of oblivion.

Her hips lifted again off the couch, seeking greater contact with the skin on skin friction between their bodies as he continued pounding into her relentlessly. She was close now...so close she could feel it building inside her; racing up her spine and spreading out through every nerve ending in her body until it threatened to consume her completely.

"Please..." she gasped, the word little more than a breath as he pushed deeper still. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders, leaving deep bruises that would no doubt match the ones

Her back arched as the hot spurt of his release filled her, painting her insides with his essence and claiming her completely. "Ahhhh!" she cried out, digging her nails into his shoulders harder as he continued to pulse within her. Her body tensed violently around him, milk-white cream erupting from her aching nipples and spilling down across her chest in a sticky mess of pleasure and relief.

As the last tremors subsided, she collapsed limply against the couch, panting heavily as her body struggled to catch up with the events that had just transpired. Tears streamed unchecked down her face, mixing with the sweat and semen on her skin as she stared dully up at the ceiling, trying to make sense of what had just happened between them.

His weight pressed down heavily against her as he rolled off, leaving a cold spot where his warmth had been moments before. Her body felt like jelly; drained and sated in equal measure by this brutal encounter. She wondered if she would ever be able to look at him the same way again... if any part of her could ever forgive what he'd done, or allow herself to forget the taste of his dominance on her tongue.

As she lay there, trembling and spent from their encounter, one thought kept echoing through her mind: He's not mine. No matter how much it might feel like he is now, no matter how deep his mark on her body goes, in the end... Luther Blackbead isn't hers. Not really.