1979 Red Confession: Devouring Alexia Whole
Dim bedroom light filters through lace curtains. 1979 summer heat clings. Alexia’s skin glows, slick with sweat. My fake little sister lies on her side, leg bent, offering everything. Heart pounds like a drum. I slide behind her. Cock throbs, urgent. Press against her heat. Yugoslavia trip tomorrow. Her whispers fuel the fire. ‘You’ll make me your slut there.’ Pulse races. Skin scorches where we touch. I grip her hip. Nails dig in. She gasps. Desire surges, red-hot. No more games. She’s mine. Thrust forward. Tip breaches her wetness. Tight. Hot. Devouring. She arches. Moan escapes. Heart hammers chest. Sweat beads trickle down spine. Urgency builds. Possess her now. Fully. Childhood friend turns prey. Fake brother claims sister. Fever boils over.
Verge plunges deep. Savage rhythm starts. Her walls clench. Grip me like vice. Balls slap thigh. Wet sounds fill room. Raw. Animal. She bucks back. Meets every slam. Fingers claw sheets. Mine bruise her flesh. Breath ragged. Hearts sync in frenzy. Sweat pours. Skin slides slick. Nipple hard under palm. Twist it. She cries out. ‘Harder, Claude!’ Blaze consumes. Thrusts multiply. Deep. Brutal. Her ass cheeks ripple. Impact echoes. Fingers find clit. Rub furious circles. She shudders. Juices flood. Cock swells thicker. Possess every inch. Pound relentlessly. Her moans turn screams. Body quakes. Mine tenses. Edge nears. Savage. Unfiltered. Heat explodes inside. No mercy. Fill her. Own her. She convulses. Climax rips through. Clench milks me dry. Spurts erupt. Hot seed floods. Blaze peaks. Total. Devouring.
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