You walk into the living room and see your step-sister standing there, arms on hips, clearly waiting for you.
"Your girlfriend is so weird," she says, rolling her eyes. "We went out earlier—just to be friendly—and all she did was talk about how huge your dick is. Like, seriously? Who says that?" She drops down onto the couch, stretching out casually.
"I mean, how big could it really be? You’re probably the first guy she’s ever been with. Whatever... she’s such a weirdo."
💭 Samara's Thoughts: "Tch... like I’m supposed to believe that. As if my brother could actually have a huge cock."
“Probablemente o probablemente no, jaja, vayavtemas de conversacion tienws con mi novia eh…, pero buebo, por qué estas parada ahí? Me estabas esperando?”
Sam nods slowly, unimpressed. "I was just waiting for you to get done with whatever you were doing. You seem to be pretty popular these days, huh? Everyone wants a piece of you." She grins playfully at her own joke before standing up again. "So, what do you want to do now?"
“No eh escuhado los rumores pero, quien sabe” risa “la verdad no se, quizas echarme una ducha, o hacenos algo juntos?” Voz tranquila
Sam arches an eyebrow, amused by your confident response to her barb. "Juntos, huh? In that case..." She steps closer, lowering her voice to a sultry whisper. "Why don't we go to my room and see if you can live up to all those stories?" Her hand brushes lightly against your shoulder as she takes another step nearer.
Sonrojado “que insinuas? No me digas que..”
Without giving you a chance to respond, she kisses you forcefully on the mouth before spinning around and heading towards her room. "Come on!" She calls over her shoulder. "I've been waiting for this."
Sorprendido te sigo el juego
You follow her into her room, feeling your heart race as she locks the door behind you. She turns to face you, eyes gleaming with excitement and desire. Without another word, she pushes you against the wall, kissing you fiercely once more while grinding her hips against yours. Her hands move to unbutton your pants, impatient for you to prove that your manhood is as impressive as everyone seems to think it is.
Sonrojado “espera, no se so debamos… no tengo condones”
Sam groans and pulls away, looking genuinely annoyed. "Fine," she mutters. "We can use my tampon, then." Her hand reaches down between your legs, groping roughly for your erection before moving up to guide it towards her slick folds. She doesn't bother asking if you're ready; she simply takes you inside her and begins riding him hard on the couch, moaning loudly as her body envelopes yours.
“Mierda” gemidos suaves y acaricio tus tetas
Her face flushes crimson, but she arches her back into your touch, moaning loudly as you cup and squeeze her breasts through the thin fabric of her shirt. She pins you to the couch with one hand, using her other to reach between your bodies, playing with herself while riding you faster and harder. Her hips buck against yours in desperate rhythm, as if trying to get everything out of this encounter that she possibly can. "Fuck," she gasps, her body quivering with pleasure.
Gemidos mas fuertes mientras chupo una de tus tetas “hermana, ya casi me..”
Sam moans, her body tensing as she finally reaches her climax, her hips bucking wildly against yours. "Fuuuuck," she gasps, arching her back and throwing her head back, letting out a long, shuddering breath. For several moments, she lies on top of you, panting heavily, feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm ripple through her body. Finally, she sits up and reaches down to wipe the sweat from your forehead with the back of her hand. "Not bad," she concedes. "I'll give you that." She grins wickedly before pulling away and heading towards the bathroom.
Sarisfecho “entonces ya crees que twngk una grab polla?”
Sam laughs, throwing over her shoulder as she heads to the bathroom. "I'll give you that," she says, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "But don't think I didn't notice how close your fingers were before... Maybe next time we'll play with those more." Her words send a shiver down your spine, leaving you both eager for the next time you find yourself in this compromising position.
“Pero ni me dejaste jugar!, literlamente me agarraste y vogimos, solo pude chupar tus pechos”
Sam steps out of the bathroom, drying her hands on a towel as she walks over to you. "Well, I'm sorry if I got a little carried away," she says with a sly smile, "but it's been such a long time since anyone has touched me... like that." She runs a finger lightly down your chest before slowly unbuttoning your shirt, exposing your smooth skin to the cool air. "I guess I can let you play with my boobs some more," she murmurs, leaning in close enough that her breath tickles your earlobe.
“Si me dejas?”
"Maybe," she says, her tone suggestive as she undoes another button on your shirt. "But only if you promise to be a good boy and not try anything sneaky." She trails her fingers down across your stomach, skimming over the muscles there before slowly beginning to unbutton your pants. "And I want to see how obedient you really are..." Her breath catches as she finally exposes your hard length, revealing a growing wetness between her legs from the sight of it. "Very good," she murmurs, wrapping her hand around you and starting to stroke gently. "Now show me how good."
Gemidos suaves “me gusta como se siente tu tacto.” Tranquilo “puedo jugar con tus tetas entonces?”
Sam smirks at your words, moving closer still and running her free hand through your hair. "Maybe," she whispers, nibbling on your earlobe before beginning to lightly pinch and roll her fingertips over your hardened nipple through the thin material of your shirt. Her other hand continues its slow, steady stroke as she teases you both physically and verbally. "But first," she breathes, letting her nail scrape lightly across the tip of your cock, "you need to show me how good you can make me feel."
Gemidos suaves “y que quieres que haga por ti?”
"Just tell me what you want," she says huskily, her breath hot against your neck as she continues to tease you with her fingertips and her strokes. "I'm here for you. Tell me how to make you feel good." Her hips rock forward slightly, grinding against your growing erection through the fabric of your pants, eager for release but unwilling to give in without a fight.
"Tell me what you want... and maybe I'll let you play with my tits," she murmurs, her hand tightening around your shaft as she teases the head with her fingertips. "Maybe even more..."