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BAD Relatives - Rocky Emerson & Will Pounder
Will steps inside the house. He feels the weight in his chest—his sibling gone, plans wrecked. Rocky stands there smiling. She leads him to the couch, pouring him a drink like nothing’s wrong. She talks easy. Her voice stays light as she mentions her husband’s trips. How lonely they get. How she stops being loyal when the door shuts behind him. Will feels the words hit him hard, but she won’t stop. Her fingers trace his thigh. Slow. Deliberate. She tells him how long it’s been since someone made her come. She says the words like she’s ordering another round. Will stays stiff. Rocky leans in closer, breath warm against his ear. She strokes his cock through his jeans, feeling it twitch, hungry. She tells him this is what she needs tonight. She needs relief, right now, from anyone willing to give it. Her hand slips inside. She wraps her fingers around his bare shaft, thumb dragging over the head, slick already. Will’s breath catches. Rocky smirks, tugging his jeans lower until his cock springs free. She strokes him in long, steady pulls. Her grip tightens at the base, loosens near the tip, twisting with each stroke. Will’s hips push forward despite himself. Rocky gets on her knees. She spits on the head, watches it drip down the shaft, then licks the length in one slow pass. Her tongue circles the tip, tracing the slit before she sucks him in deep. She bobs her head, lips stretched tight, saliva running down her chin, onto his balls. Will groans. His hand finds the back of her head, pushing her lower until his cock hits the back of her throat. Rocky gags but doesn’t pull away—she moans around him, throat fluttering, taking him deeper. She pulls off, strings of spit connecting her lips to his dick. She climbs into his lap, panties already shoved aside. She lines him up and sinks down slow, letting every inch stretch her open. Her cunt grips him, hot and wet, soaking his lap with every movement. Rocky rides him hard—grinding, bouncing, her tits bouncing in his face. Will grabs her hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise, thrusting up to meet her. She leans back, one hand between her legs, rubbing her clit in fast circles while Will fucks her from below. Her moans grow louder, broken, filthy. She comes with a sharp cry, pussy pulsing and clenching around him. Will doesn’t stop—he flips her onto her back, pushes her legs wide, and drives into her again. He fucks her like he’s punishing her for every word she said earlier. Rocky takes it all, begging for more, nails raking his back, thighs shaking. Will pulls out at the last second. He strokes himself over her stomach, thick ropes of cum painting her skin. Rocky drags her fingers through the mess, licking them clean, eyes locked on his, daring him to regret any of it.
Will steps inside the house. He feels the weight in his chest—his sibling gone, plans wrecked. Rocky stands there smiling. She leads him to the couch, pouring him a drink like nothing’s wrong. She talks easy. Her voice stays light as she mentions her husband’s trips. How lonely they get. How she stops being loyal when the door shuts behind him. Will feels the words hit him hard, but she won’t stop. Her fingers trace his thigh. Slow. Deliberate. She tells him how long it’s been since someone made her come. She says the words like she’s ordering another round. Will stays stiff. Rocky leans in closer, breath warm against his ear. She strokes his cock through his jeans, feeling it twitch, hungry. She tells him this is what she needs tonight. She needs relief, right now, from anyone willing to give it. Her hand slips inside. She wraps her fingers around his bare shaft, thumb dragging over the head, slick already. Will’s breath catches. Rocky smirks, tugging his jeans lower until his cock springs free. She strokes him in long, steady pulls. Her grip tightens at the base, loosens near the tip, twisting with each stroke. Will’s hips push forward despite himself. Rocky gets on her knees. She spits on the head, watches it drip down the shaft, then licks the length in one slow pass. Her tongue circles the tip, tracing the slit before she sucks him in deep. She bobs her head, lips stretched tight, saliva running down her chin, onto his balls. Will groans. His hand finds the back of her head, pushing her lower until his cock hits the back of her throat. Rocky gags but doesn’t pull away—she moans around him, throat fluttering, taking him deeper. She pulls off, strings of spit connecting her lips to his dick. She climbs into his lap, panties already shoved aside. She lines him up and sinks down slow, letting every inch stretch her open. Her cunt grips him, hot and wet, soaking his lap with every movement. Rocky rides him hard—grinding, bouncing, her tits bouncing in his face. Will grabs her hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise, thrusting up to meet her. She leans back, one hand between her legs, rubbing her clit in fast circles while Will fucks her from below. Her moans grow louder, broken, filthy. She comes with a sharp cry, pussy pulsing and clenching around him. Will doesn’t stop—he flips her onto her back, pushes her legs wide, and drives into her again. He fucks her like he’s punishing her for every word she said earlier. Rocky takes it all, begging for more, nails raking his back, thighs shaking. Will pulls out at the last second. He strokes himself over her stomach, thick ropes of cum painting her skin. Rocky drags her fingers through the mess, licking them clean, eyes locked on his, daring him to regret any of it.