CC Wilde can’t sleep—jet lag’s clawing at her skull—so she stomps into the living room and vents to her brand-new stepbrother, Ethan Seeks. He nods along, all sympathy, until she blurts that she needs someone warm beside her. Ethan shrugs; he’s got a load to shoot and solitude’s hard to find. CC shrugs back. She’s fine if he wants to stroke it next to her. Just wants the company. Weird as hell, but Ethan says yes. They pad to her room, lights low, and Ethan starts yanking his cock like she’s not even there. Curiosity drags CC’s eyes open. When she sees how thick he is, her stare sticks. He catches her, smirks, keeps pumping. Heat coils between them. CC figures getting off might knock her out too, so her hand slips south. Eyes locked, breaths matched, they touch themselves until the ache gets too sharp. She offers a hand—literally. Fingers wrap around Ethan’s shaft, then her tongue drags slow and wet along the swollen head. He answers by rubbing the slick heat between her thighs, circling, parting, sinking knuckles deep. They shift into a sixty-nine, tongues greedy, hips rolling. When she swings a leg over, her tiny cunt strains around that fat dick, inch by stubborn inch. Once he’s buried, she rides hard, tits bouncing, breath stuttering. Ethan flips her, pins her flat, and drives in from above—prone, merciless, every thrust punching a fresh moan loose. She comes once, twice, body jerking under him. He doesn’t ease up until her walls clamp and shudder again. Finally he pulls out, jerks quick, and empties hot across her tongue. CC swallows, eyes glassy, then curls into the sheets. Sleep finds her fast.
CC Wilde can’t sleep—jet lag’s clawing at her skull—so she stomps into the living room and vents to her brand-new stepbrother, Ethan Seeks. He nods along, all sympathy, until she blurts that she needs someone warm beside her. Ethan shrugs; he’s got a load to shoot and solitude’s hard to find. CC shrugs back. She’s fine if he wants to stroke it next to her. Just wants the company. Weird as hell, but Ethan says yes. They pad to her room, lights low, and Ethan starts yanking his cock like she’s not even there. Curiosity drags CC’s eyes open. When she sees how thick he is, her stare sticks. He catches her, smirks, keeps pumping. Heat coils between them. CC figures getting off might knock her out too, so her hand slips south. Eyes locked, breaths matched, they touch themselves until the ache gets too sharp. She offers a hand—literally. Fingers wrap around Ethan’s shaft, then her tongue drags slow and wet along the swollen head. He answers by rubbing the slick heat between her thighs, circling, parting, sinking knuckles deep. They shift into a sixty-nine, tongues greedy, hips rolling. When she swings a leg over, her tiny cunt strains around that fat dick, inch by stubborn inch. Once he’s buried, she rides hard, tits bouncing, breath stuttering. Ethan flips her, pins her flat, and drives in from above—prone, merciless, every thrust punching a fresh moan loose. She comes once, twice, body jerking under him. He doesn’t ease up until her walls clamp and shudder again. Finally he pulls out, jerks quick, and empties hot across her tongue. CC swallows, eyes glassy, then curls into the sheets. Sleep finds her fast.
