The room was heavy with heat, the air thick with the sounds of flesh meeting flesh and breathless moans echoing against the walls.
Damien didn't let up for even a moment—his cock plunged in and out of Claire's soaked pussy with merciless rhythm, each thrust deeper than the last.
Her cries were muffled at first, like she tried to hold them in, but as the pounding continued, her restraint crumbled.
"Ahhh—ahhhhnn!" Claire moaned, her voice rising higher with every stroke.
Her ass, big and perfectly round, rippled with each thrust.
Pah!
Pah!
Damien's hips collided with her asscheeks so hard that the resounding clap, clap, clap filled the room, a constant soundtrack to their act.
Each smack of skin against skin made her body jolt forward slightly, only for Damien to yank her hips back to him again, slamming deeper inside.
Her breasts—large, heavy, and soft—bounced beneath her as her body rocked from the force of his thrusts.
They swung with every motion, the nipples brushing against the sheets when her chest lowered, then jiggling freely when she arched upward in a helpless moan.
Damien grunted low in his throat, savoring the feel of her walls clutching tightly around him. "Fuck…" he groaned, and with a sudden surge of energy, his palm came down hard on her asscheeks.
Smack!
"Kyah!" Claire yelped sharply, but her moan that followed was filled with pleasure, not pain.
Her eyes fluttered as they rolled back, her tongue lolling slightly as she surrendered herself fully to his relentless pounding.
"Ahhh—! D-Damien!" she cried, trembling from the mixture of sharp pleasure and heated shame.
Her body twisted when Damien suddenly reached forward and grabbed a handful of her hair.
He yanked her head back just enough to make her back arch beautifully, her spine curving in submission.
With one hand holding her firmly, his other roughly cupped her bouncing tits.
His fingers sank deep into the soft flesh, kneading it hard, before they found her nipple.
He tugged on it, rolled it between his fingers, pinched it until her cries broke into whimpers of helpless need.
Claire's face contorted, pleasure overwhelming her.
Her breath stuttered, voice trembling as she gasped out, "I-I'm… ahhh—I'm c-cumming—!"
On the other mattress, Nora had been frozen for so long, watching in disbelief, shame, and something darker she didn't want to admit.
But now, she couldn't resist anymore. Her thighs clenched together, her hips grinding into the mattress, and her hand slipped between her legs.
Even through her clothes, the heat of her folds burned against her fingers.
She rubbed herself, her breaths shallow and rapid, her heart pounding as she watched her sister's body shake with every thrust.
Her mind was a storm of arousal and guilt.
'I'm about to cum… from watching my sister… get… fucked like that…' The thought made her cheeks burn, but she couldn't stop the way her body trembled or the way her pleasure spiked.
Claire's pussy clamped down hard around Damien's cock, her whole body quivering.
Her moans reached a pitch so high they broke into gasps, tears welling in her eyes as wave after wave of orgasm consumed her.
She trembled, shaking violently beneath him, her legs threatening to give out entirely.
At the same moment, Nora's body tensed as she rubbed faster, her voice caught in her throat as she silently came, her own release crashing over her while watching the scene play out before her.
Finally, Claire collapsed forward onto the bed, her face pressed into the sheets, her body limp with exhaustion.
Her breasts flattened beneath her, still heaving with her heavy, ragged breaths.
Sweat coated her skin, glistening under the dim light.
Nora, on the other mattress, froze in the aftermath of her own climax.
Her hand slowly slid away from her soaked folds, and she pulled her knees up against her chest, her cheeks blazing red in humiliation.
She could barely look at her sister or Damien, her shame only amplifying the arousal still lingering inside her.
Damien, however, wasn't satisfied. He looked down at Claire's trembling form, her ass still raised just enough to tempt him.
He gave her soft buttocks a teasing tap with his palm.
Slap.
Her body jolted slightly at the touch.
"I'm not done yet," Damien said firmly, his voice low, deep, and commanding. His hand trailed over her ass before gripping it tightly. "We're doing this all night."
Claire's eyes widened in shock. Her lips parted, but she couldn't form words for a moment.
"W-What?!" she finally gasped, her body still quivering from her orgasm.
But Damien wasn't asking for permission. He pressed forward again, lining his cock up with her soaked, twitching folds.
Without hesitation, he thrust back into her, his length burying deep inside her sensitive pussy.
Claire cried out, her voice breaking, "Ahhh—! I-I'm still… sensitive…!"
Her body trembled uncontrollably, every nerve on fire from being pushed beyond her limit.
Yet despite her words, the moans that followed were filled with pleasure, not protest.
Damien grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto him, his thrusts strong and unyielding.
His cock slid in and out with obscene wet sounds, her juices dripping down her thighs and staining the sheets beneath them.
Claire's cries filled the room again, a melody of pleasure that only drove Damien harder.
Time blurred into an endless haze of passion.
Claire lost track of how many times she came, her body betraying her again and again, collapsing, only to be lifted, positioned, and taken once more.
Nora could do nothing but watch with red cheeks, her own arousal betraying her repeatedly as she touched herself again, hating herself for it but unable to resist.
And Damien—relentless, insatiable—kept going. His stamina seemed unbreakable, his cock never softening, his hunger for her body unending.
The night stretched on, and their cries, moans, and the constant clapping of flesh against flesh never ceased.
Even as dawn began to creep through the window, the sounds of their lovemaking filled the room, marking the night as one Claire and Nora would never forget.
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