I never meant for it to happen. At least that’s what I told myself as I stood in my sister’s kitchen, bent over the marble island with my sundress hiked up around my waist and my brother-in-law’s thick, married c**k slamming balls-deep into my dripping cunt.
“f**k, Lisa… your p***y is even tighter than your sister’s,” Mark groaned behind me, his heavy balls slapping loudly against my c**t with every brutal thrust. His big hand gripped my hip hard enough to bruise while the other fisted my hair, yanking my head back so I had to arch like a w***e. Wet, obscene squelching sounds filled the kitchen as he wrecked my married p***y.
I should have felt guilt. My sister Claire was upstairs taking a nap after our family barbecue. But all I felt was raw, disgusting pleasure as my brother-in-law’s f
