Secret Rebound Sex

Nothing stings like your girl fucking you over—especially when the ring’s still warm. I was moping in the living room when my stepsister Zoey walked in, tits bouncing under that tank top like she forgot how to wear clothes. She sat next to me, hand on my knee, all “remember that stupid kid pact we made—back-up spouses if life went to shit?” I leaned in, lips first. She kissed back like she’d been waiting on it too. Next thing her top’s gone. Those big tits spill out and I’ve got my mouth on one, sucking hard while my fingers work the other. She moans, pushes me lower, and I peel her shorts off. Her pussy’s already shiny when my tongue hits it—wet, hot, sweet. I lap at those lips until she’s shaking, legs locked around my head, cumming so hard she nearly rips my hair out. She flips around, that thick ass up, and I sink in raw. Every thrust slaps skin on skin, her cheeks clapping around my cock. I grab her throat, push a couple fingers between her teeth, and she gags on them, loving every inch of control. I slam harder until my balls tighten, then pull out and paint her tattooed back and those tits with thick ropes—while I’m really just jerking off alone in my room, imagining the scene she shot me down on. Still, a man’s got a right to dream behind a locked door.