"Haruna. I've been messaging you for hours. You haven't replied."
Her tone wasn't just impatient—it was accusatory, possessive, the kind of voice that made Haruna's spine lock up, her breath hitching as if she'd been caught with her fingers buried inside herself. Her body tensed beneath me, her thighs trembling as my cock—thick, heavy, veins throbbing—pressed against her dripping, swollen pussy, the tip already slick with her arousal.
"S-Sister…" Haruna whimpered, her voice cracking as she tried to shift away, her hand flying down to cover herself. Too late. Her fingers trembled against her glistening, puffy lips, her pussy dripping with juice, desperate to be filled. "I-I was… with Aunt Julie and… and Jack—"
I growled, my grip snapping around her wrist like a vice, yanking her hand away. The head of my cock dragged up her slit, parting her folds, grinding against her clit in slow, deliberate circles.
