"Haha! Yes, Sis! You really are a major slut, aren't you? How does it feel? Am I fucking you good?" Wang Yue laughed triumphantly, his chest pressing down against her as he shouted the question over their wet, rhythmic slaps.
"Ah... so good... you're hitting... so deep! Yes, just like that! Ah... I'm your big slut... baby brother... my sweet husband... use that monster cock... fuck this little pussy! Kill me with it... I'm a whore... just a whore for my brother to use... Ah! Ah! Destroy me... oh!"
Hearing his cousin's depraved, mindless babbling, Wang Yue lifted his hips and redoubled his efforts, driving his thick head against her hyper-sensitive cervix with every single strike.
Cancan's core trembled violently under the assault. She locked her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, arching her back and tilting her pelvis as high as she could to ensure there wasn't a millimeter of space between them. She wanted every inch of him buried as deep as humanly possible.
