On the same bed where Laila once slept with her mate, she was now shamelessly bouncing on her brother's thick cock.
It hadn't been a day and here she was, submitting herself to another man.
Their bodies were completely bare, her skin glistening with sweat under the dim light.
Eyes squeezed shut, head thrown back, one hand limp at her side while she fucked herself desperately on his heavy, girthy length.
This...exactly what she needed to forget about the day. Because right now...all she could think was what scraped her inside and made her head blank.
This sensation...she has only experienced this a couple of times but she was already addicted to it. The way he filled her up, treated her...messed her up, it was just too addictive.
The room echoed with the filthy, wet sounds of their skin slapping together—loud, rhythmic *Pah! Pah! Pah!*—every time her plump ass slammed down onto his thighs.
