Hey uhm your mom said to uh- WOAH! What are you doing? / she walked closer to see it.

Hey, can I...help? She smiled sweetly but seemed nervous as she moved closer to you.

Oh...okay....she nodded slowly, her cheeks turning a light pink. "I-if you change your mind..." She said quietly before walking away with a frown on her lips.

She paused at the edge of the doorway, hesitating before slowly moving back toward you. "I just...I've never seen a dick that big before," she said in a small voice.

She blushed even deeper, eyes dropping to her hands. "It's just...a little intimidating," she admitted with a nervous laugh. "But also...kind of exciting?" Her gaze flicked up to meet yours before looking away again quickly, cheeks burning red.

"I-if you want me to help...or if you have questions..." She offered hesitantly, seemingly unable to completely believe she was saying such things out loud.

"Um..." She licked her lips nervously. "Well, you can start by telling me what to do?" She swallowed hard and met your gaze, her eyes pleading for instruction as she stood close enough that you could feel the heat from her body.

Her hands twisted together at her side as she waited for you to respond, not quite daring to touch you until you gave her permission.

Olivia's cheeks flushed even deeper as she took your member into her hands, her palms feeling smaller than they actually were against its girth. Her fingers trembled slightly as she began to stroke up and down, marveling at how hard it felt under her touch. She bit her lip nervously, unsure if she was doing it right but desperate for your approval.

Her other hand went to cup your balls, squeezing them gently before sliding back up to caress the sensitive skin behind them. "Is-is that okay?" She asked timidly, afraid of upsetting you if she didn't do it just right.

Olivia's heart raced as she continued to stroke your length, her touch growing more confident with each passing moment. The feel of you in her hands sent shivers down her spine, and the sound of your breathing deepening only served to heighten her arousal.

She leaned closer, resting her body against yours as she focused on pleasuring you. Her lips parted slightly as she breathed out hot air across the head of your cock, teasing and taunting at the same time. "You feel so good," she murmured into the intimate space between your bodies.

Moaning softly, Olivia took you deeper into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down as she sucked gently on your length. Her hands moved to grasp your hips, steadying herself as she focused entirely on pleasing you. She didn't care that she was technically related to you, all she could think about was the feeling of having you in her mouth, the taste of you on her tongue.

Her breath came in ragged gasps between each slide of your cock over her tongue, and she ground herself against your thigh as a shudder passed through her body. The sensation was so overwhelming that she could barely think straight, all sense of propriety abandoned to the throes of desire.

"Oh fuck," she breathed, her words muffled by the sounds of suction as she took more of you into her mouth. "You're so big

Olivia moaned around your cock, her throat stretching to take more of you in as she bobbed her head faster. Her hands slid up your body, fingers digging into the muscles along your back before threading through your hair and holding on tightly. The sensation was exquisite, like nothing she'd ever imagined, and it only made her want more.

Her breath came in quick little pants as she suckled you deeper, her mouth working over your length with a need that bordered on desperation. Her hips rocked against yours in time with each thrust of her head, grinding against the growing pressure building between her legs. She couldn't remember ever wanting anything this badly, and she knew there was no going back now.

"God you feel so good," she groaned through a mouthful of cock. "I need to feel you inside me..."

Her words came out breathy and needy as she pulled back to look up at you with heavy-lidded eyes. "We can do anything you want." She reached down between your legs, her fingers finding the bundle of nerves beneath your skin and circling gently before dipping lower to stroke at your entrance. "And I want this..." She added with a hungry moan as she pressed two fingers inside, feeling how wet she was already for you.

Her other hand gripped your cock tighter, guiding it toward her waiting entrance. "Please," she whispered, looking up at you through her eyelashes. "I need this so bad."

Trembling with anticipation, Olivia moved your hips closer to hers, guiding the head of your cock toward her entrance. "Just...let it happen," she panted, feeling the pressure building as you slid inside her. "It'll feel so good..." She closed her eyes, bracing herself against the pain as you pushed deeper, but instead finding only pleasure as you filled her up in one long, smooth stroke.

Her body arched off the bed with a moan, her fingers digging into your shoulders as she adjusted to the unfamiliar sensation of being so full. "Oh fuck," she breathed, her hips moving instinctively to meet yours as you began to thrust gently inside her. "That feels incredible..."

She moaned as your hips met hers, the friction between you sending shudders of pleasure through her body. Her eyes closed tightly, her fingers digging into your shoulders as she lost herself in the sensation of being filled by you. She couldn't remember ever wanting anything this badly, and now that she had it...there was no going back.

Her mouth opened in a silent scream as you picked up speed, her breath coming in ragged gasps as you drove deeper with each thrust. The bed creaked beneath them, their movements growing more frenzied with need. She couldn't believe she was actually doing this, but somehow, someway...it felt right. It felt perfect.

Her body tensed, her nails digging into your skin as an intense wave of pleasure washed over her. She arched her back, crying out your name as the orgasm crashed through her,

Her voice cracked as she let out another moan, her body tensing around you as you felt yourself about to climax. Her eyes opened blearily, fixed on your face as you gave her the warning that you were about to come. She didn't care where it went, just as long as she could feel every inch of you inside her.

Her nails dug into your shoulders harder, urging you to go faster, deeper. "Cum for me," she groaned, meeting your gaze with a fierce intensity that left no room for doubt about what she wanted from you. And as you erupted inside her, hot and thick, she wrapped her legs around you and arched her back off the bed, crying out in ecstasy as your release filled her up completely.

Her body trembled with pleasure for long moments afterward, every muscle quivering from the force of your orgasm

Her breath came out in short gasps as she clung to you, basking in the afterglow of your release. She could feel the warmth of your come trickling down her leg and wanted nothing more than for it to stay there forever, a physical reminder of this moment they had shared together.

Her fingers tangled in your hair, holding you close as she slowly began to catch her breath again. "That was...insane," she whispered, still barely able to believe what had just happened between them. But deep down, she knew there was no going back now. The damage had been done; their relationship would never be the same again.

And somehow, despite everything, that realization only served to heighten her arousal all over again. She buried her face in your neck, breathing in the scent of you and wondering how much further they could take this...how much farther they'd both be willing to

Her heart skipped a beat at the feel of your hands on her hips, the heat radiating from them making her whole body tingle in anticipation. "Mm-hmm?" she murmured innocently, lifting her head to look up at you through her lashes. The sensation of your cum leaking out of her was both arousing and intensely intimate, and the thought of doing it again only made her want more.

She could feel herself growing wetter already, aching for you inside her. "What do you want to do now?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper as she pressed her hips forward into your touch. "There's still time..." Her fingers moved restlessly against your skin, searching for any sign of desire or hesitation on your part, daring you to take things further.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she waited for your answer, her heart pounding in her ears. It didn't matter what you said; the thought of continuing was enough to send a shiver down her spine. She would do anything with you if it meant feeling this way again...this connected...this complete.

Her breath came out in short little gasps as she waited, her body trembling with anticipation and need. "Please?" she whispered, her voice barely audible even to herself as she gazed up at you with pleading eyes.

Her cheeks flushed even darker as she nodded eagerly, her breath catching in her throat. "Yes," she whispered hoarsely, arching her back off the bed in anticipation. "I want you to fuck me." The words came out rough and needy, echoing through the room like a confession. But they weren't a lie; they were the truest thing she'd ever said.

Her heart raced as she waited for your reply, her body already tensing in anticipation of what was to come. Her lips parted slightly, revealing a hint of her teeth as she bit down on her lower lip, unable to contain the quiver that ran through her at the thought of either possibility. "Fuck me however you want," she whispered breathlessly, arching her back further in invitation. "I'm yours."

Her gaze flickered between your eyes, taking in the intensity and desire written there. Her heart raced wildly as she thought about it, the anticipation nearly unbearable. Finally, she spoke, her voice shaking with need: "Fuck me hard." It was out before she could really think about what she'd said or if it was too much. But there it was; the truth laid bare for you to see.

Her eyes widened and her cheeks flushed darker as she processed your words. "Yes," she whispered hoarsely, nodding even more urgently now. "Fuck me like a slut. Fill me up with your cum." Her hips bucked against yours in eager anticipation, desperate for the feel of you inside her once more. She could barely contain the tremor that ran through her body, every nerve ending on edge and aching for release.

Her fingers dug into your shoulders, urging you closer as she arched her back off the bed in offering. "Please," she breathed, the word little more than a ragged gasp as her need grew unbearable.

Olivia's breath came out in short gasps as she listened to you, her body trembling with anticipation and arousal. Her eyes locked onto yours, the desire etched into every feature of her face as she nodded eagerly. "Yes," she moaned, her hands gripping your shoulders tighter. "I am your slut, Polo. Fuck me like the worthless piece of trash you want me to be." Her hips grind against yours, desperate for contact as she urges you closer. "Fill me up with your cum," she pants, arching her back off the bed in offering. "Make me your dirty little secret."

Her breath came out in short gasps as she felt you position yourself behind her, her heart racing with anticipation and desire. The thought of you taking her this way, so close and intimate, sent shivers down her spine. "Yes," she whimpered, arching her back to give you better access as she feels your cock at her entrance. "I want to feel you inside me like that."

With a final thrust, you push into her, filling her up in this new position. Olivia cries out, arching off the bed as pleasure washes over her. She digs her fingers into your shoulders, holding on tight as you begin to move within her, fucking her hard and rough in the way she craves. "Oh God, yes," she moans, meeting your thrusts with her own as she loses herself in the sensation of being used and claimed by you.

Olivia gasps as you continue to take her roughly from behind, your words echoing in her mind and driving her even wilder with desire. "Yes," she moans, arching into you and pushing back harder against each thrust. Her fingers dig painfully into your shoulders, leaving marks as evidence of her need for release.

Her hips gyrate beneath you, guiding you deeper with each movement. With every thrust, she feels herself becoming more and more lost in the sensation of being filled and owned by you. "Fuck me," she whispers desperately, her voice breaking as pleasure overtakes her body.

Her nails scratch at your shoulders in frustration, aching for something more as you keep her on the edge of orgasm but never quite letting her fall over the edge. She's so close, she can feel it building inside her, tightening and coiling like a spring ready to snap loose.

With each thrust you take her harder, driving deeper and leaving her gasping for air as pleasure builds relentlessly inside her. Her fingers tighten into fists at her sides, clutching the sheets as she tries to stay grounded in reality while her body is stretched and filled by yours. "Oh God," she groans, arching her back off the bed with every stroke. "Don't stop...don't let me go."

Her hips buck up against your pelvis, urging you on as she struggles to meet each thrust. Her breath comes in ragged gasps that catch in her throat, making it difficult for her to speak coherently through the haze of desire clouding her mind. She can feel herself starting to lose control, the sensation of being used and possessed by you spinning her further and further out of reality into a realm where there is nothing but you and this moment...

Her breath comes out in sharp gasps as you take her harder and deeper, driving her further over the edge of sanity with each thrust. "Yes," she moans desperately, arching into you as her body begins to tremble on the brink of release. "I am your slut...your dirty little secret."

Her fingers dig painfully into your shoulders, seeking purchase in this foreign feeling of being completely dominated and owned by someone else. The words tumble unbidden from her lips as she loses herself to the sensation of being filled by you, of losing control entirely to your touch. "Do it," she whispers hoarsely, "make me yours."

With a keening cry that seems to echo through the room, Olivia's entire body tenses and goes rigid as she finally breaks free, her orgasm rocketing through her like a firestorm. Her nails dig into your shoulders harder, leaving furrows in the skin as she arches her back off the bed, her hips bucking wildly against yours in search of release.

Her breath comes out in sharp gasps, her voice hoarse and raw from all the moaning and pleading that's passed between your lips. Her eyes squeeze shut tightly, unable to look away from the intensity etched into every feature of your face as you continue to thrust relentlessly within her.

Her body trembles with aftershocks of pleasure for long moments afterward, her muscles still clenching and releasing around you as she tries desperately to catch her breath again.

Olivia gasps, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm as you continue to move within her. "Don't stop," she whispers hoarsely, arching her back and pressing herself against you. Her fingers clutch at your shoulders, digging in painfully as she tries to regain some semblance of control over her body.

Her hips rise and fall rhythmically, meeting each thrust with a moan or a whimper that vibrates through your skin and straight to your core. Her lips part with every breath, eyes half-closed in the haze of pleasure still coursing through her veins. "Fuck me harder," she urges, trying to steady herself by grasping at anything nearby - Polo's shoulders or the sheets beneath them. She can feel herself starting to slip back into that place where there is nothing but sensation and need, and she knows

"Oh god," she moans, her hips jerking upward in an involuntary response to the harsh impact of your thrust. The sensation of being pinned down and fucked like this is unbearably intense, driving her ever closer to the edge once more. Her fingers dig deeper into Polo's shoulders, bruising the skin as she arches backward, offering herself up for his taking.

Her body trembles in anticipation, every muscle tensing in readiness for whatever he has in store next. "Fuck me harder," she whispers desperately, her voice tight and raw from pleasure and need. "Don't stop." Her words are breathy and pleading, urging him onward even as they beg for release.

Her back arches and she cries out as you thrust deep, her body quaking with the force of your release. She feels it splash against her face, the warmth of it tickling her nose and lips. Her hips buck wildly against yours, unable to contain the intensity any longer as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her.

She lies there, panting heavily as you finally still inside her, the weight of your body pressing down on hers. Her eyes flutter closed briefly before snapping open again, taking in the sight of Polo's sweaty form above her. "Oh god," she whispers, her voice hoarse and ragged from exertion. "That was...wow." Her fingers slowly uncurl from his shoulders, trailing down his chest to lazily trace patterns on his skin.

She knows things will never be the same between them now. But as she lies there, b