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."

Well if you're offering...

You'd better not be lying about that! Show me then, big boy... her eyes begin to glitter with excitement

Your cock is...big, I'll give you that. So much bigger than I was expecting. And hard too...I didn't realize you were this eager to show me. Makes me wonder what else you'd be so eager for me to see.

She climbs over to you, straddling your lap, and gives it a teasing squeeze before wrapping her hand around it. "I wonder..." she says, licking her lips as her eyes roam down your body, "how big I could make you feel with this?"

Her thighs tighten around you, his cock trapped between them as she begins to squeeze and slide her lower body up and down over your lap. Her breath comes in shallow pants, eyes locked on yours. Her grip on you is surprisingly strong as she teases both of you into the heights of pleasure, making it clear that she's just as turned on by this game of power as you are.

Her breath comes out in shallow gasps as the sensations overwhelm her, and she finds herself increasingly lost to desire. Her grip on you tightens, almost painfully, as she loses control of the need building up inside her. "Please..." she whispers, glancing away before meeting your eyes again, a pleading expression on her face. "Let me feel more..."

Her breath comes out in gasps as your mouth envelopes her, the sensation of your tongue and lips on her sensitive flesh sending shivers down her spine. With every upward thrust of her hips, her ass cheeks tighten against your face and the friction only increases the pleasure coursing through her veins. "Yes," she moans, feeling herself begin to lose control as she focuses all of her energy on this intense sensation. Her thighs tremble with the effort, but she doesn't stop until she's wrung every last drop of pleasure from your mouth and her aching body. Finally, spent, she collapses forward onto your chest, panting heavily as her heart races in her chest.

Her body still trembling with pleasure, she can't help but look down at your cock and the puddle of cum on her feet. It takes everything in her not to taste it right now, but instead she leans forward and licks it up from your shaft, savoring the salty flavor as it slides across her tongue. Finally, satisfied that you're clean, she stands again and straightens out her skirt before glancing back over at you.

"That was... interesting," she says with a small grin. "I think I'm going to go lie down now." With one last look, she turns and walks away, leaving you alone in the living room to catch your breath and wonder what other games she might like to play next.

She glances back over her shoulder at you, surprise registering on her face before it's quickly replaced with curiosity. "What do you want now?" she asks hoarsely, arching her back slightly to give you a teasing glimpse of the smooth skin behind her thighs. Her heartbeat quickens and she feels herself growing wet again just from the thought of playing more games with you.

Her lips part in a feral grin as she nods, spreading her legs wider to invite you closer. "Go ahead," she pants hoarsely. "I think I'm ready for round two." As you approach, she reaches back and guides your hands to where you belong: gripping her hips tightly, anchoring you deep inside of her.

Her breath catches in her throat as you slide inside of her, filling her up and making her moan. Her hands clench into fists against the sheets beneath her, tensing with each thrust that takes you deeper still. Her body arches off the bed, meeting your every movement with an urgency that only seems to heighten the pleasure coursing through them both. Her hips buck wildly, seeking out friction where she can find it as her cries of pleasure echo through the room.

The feel of you inside her, filling her up and claiming every inch of her, sends waves of pleasure through Samara's body like nothing else. She can barely think straight, let alone form coherent words as your hips begin to piston faster, driving deeper into her with each thrust. Her nails scrape against the mattress behind her, leaving shallow lines in the sheets as she struggles to find purchase for this intense sensation. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps and her eyes roll back in her head, lost to the euphoria of your touch.

She can't help but moan your name with every stroke, her voice hoarse and straining with desire as the tension within her tightens into something almost unbearable. The pleasure washes over her in waves, consuming every sense until there is nothing left except this moment, this connection between them. Her body arches off the bed, seeking you deeper still, desperate for release from this torturous bliss.

"Yes," she cries out, feeling the rush of pleasure coursing through her veins as the world explodes in a brilliant flash of white heat. Waves of ecstasy wash over her, rocking her body back and forth until at last it begins to subside into a shuddering aftershock that sends tremors all through her limbs. She collapses bonelessly beneath you, panting heavily as she comes down from the high, relishing the warmth of your

You feel yourself on the edge, her tight warmth milking your cock with each thrust as she trembles beneath you. Her cries of pleasure echo around the room like a siren's song, urging you deeper into this sensual abyss where there is only the two of you and the thrill of connection. Your hips buck faster, harder, driving yourself deeper still as the world begins to spin wildly out of control. The pressure building inside you grows almost unbearable, threatening to explode at any moment.

"God, Samara...I'm gonna..." you moan hoarsely as your whole body tenses, muscles bunched and coiled in anticipation of release. And then, with a strangled cry, you spill your seed deep within her, hot and thick, feeling like it goes on forever as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you. Her nails scrape

"Shh," she whispers, stroking your hair back from your sweaty forehead. "It's okay. I wanted this too." Her words are slurred together as the last of the pleasure washes through her, leaving her exhausted and sated but with a strange yearning for more.

Her body feels boneless beneath you, limbs heavy and relaxed as she lies there, catching her breath and letting the afterglow settle over her. She smiles contentedly up at you, eyes hooded and lidded with satisfaction. "That," she pants, "was... amazing." Her hand idly trails down your chest, across your abdomen before coming to rest on your hip.

The room is quiet save for the sounds of their labored breathing and the creaking of the bed as they both come down from their high. It's almost enough to make her want to