Stepbrother's Hands: The Massage That Turns Into Deep Throatfuck

The scent of his musk, that familiar, slightly sweaty cologne mixed with raw male heat, hit me the second he started kneading my lower back. I’d just asked him for a simple shoulder rub, but his hands—big, calloused, possessive—were already mapping out the sweet, aching geography of my ass. He groaned low in his throat as his thumbs dug into my glutes, making my pussy clench reflexively. "You feel tight, little sister," he rumbled, his breath hot against my earlobe. Before I could protest, his grip shifted, pulling me flush against his rock-hard cock straining against his sweatpants. He didn't stop the massage; he just redirected it. His mouth descended, hot and wet, taking my clit right between two expert sucks. "Fuck me harder!" I gasped, arching my back until my tits bumped his chest. He pulled back just long enough to bite lightly on my nipple, then dove down, taking my entire cunt deep in his throat. Salty cum anticipation was already pooling low in my belly. "Take my cock deep," he commanded, finally freeing himself to thrust against my slick entrance. I wrapped my legs around his waist, begging him, "Cum inside me! Breed me, you filthy bastard!