His sister pushed his head harder into her breasts. But, Christian didn't mind. He bit down softly on her pink nipple, feeling her twitch, and freed the hand that had been fondling her breast. He placed it firmly on top of Eva's head.
"Yess~" Annabelle cried out, her voice nearly broken with need. And then it happened.
Christian's cock, now soaked in a mix of sweat, spit, and Eva's soft flesh, finally twitched, and began to erupt.
Thick, hot ropes of cum spurted straight down Eva's throat.
She froze momentarily, her cheeks puffing out slightly, her eyes watering, but she didn't pull back. And just let Christian's hand press her on.
Eva, already intoxicated on his taste, fought hard not to gag. She steadied herself, took a deep breath through her nose, and swallowed.
Even then, it wasn't easy.
The sheer volume of cum was overwhelming, too much for one mouth to handle cleanly. Some spilled from the corner of her lips, sliding down her chin, white and messy.
Annabelle, still trembling, her strength drained, leaned against her brother's chest. Her breath was shallow, her thighs sticky, her body still shivering from the aftershocks of his fingers. She watched Eva silently… enviously, seeing the mess on her face, the taste she wished she could have claimed for herself. She debated… maybe she should lean over and steal some?
But in the end, she didn't move.
Eva, unaware of the gaze cast upon her, didn't waste a second. Determined not to let anything go to waste, she brought a finger up to her cheek, scooped up the stray drops of cum, and then slipped it into her mouth.
She sucked it clean… her finger, and then, once again, Christian's still-hard cock, cleaning him up with slow, deliberate licks.
"Thanks for the meal~" she said sensually, her voice low, while massaging her aching jaw with both hands.
Christian, still catching his breath, let out a breathy chuckle. He looked down at her with a grin and, in a teasing tone, said, "That was incredible… you're really becoming a professional now."
Eva blushed at his words, and at the meaning behind them, but even through the redness blooming across her cheeks, a proud, satisfied smile curved her lips.
Annabelle, on the other hand, felt something stir deep inside her… a pulsing ache of need that refused to be ignored. Watching the scene unfold had only added fuel to the fire already burning in her lower belly.
With a voice thick with heat, she spoke, "Chris… how about you lay down for now?"
Before Christian could answer, Annabelle was already acting, showering him with needy kisses, her lips dragging from his chest to his collarbone as she gently guided him backward onto the mat that was already laid out on the floor.
He allowed her to push him, slowly, bit by bit, and just before his back touched the mat, she glanced at Eva, sending a wordless signal with her eyes.
Eva while understanding that she wanted to go first, hesitated a little ,but in the end, she still consented, and helped guide him down, her hands brushing over his body as if claiming him too.
And just like that, Christian's back was on the mat, his head pillowed on Eva's soft, warm thigh. Her scent surrounded him, and it only drove his arousal higher.
Annabelle, now with a gaze like a predator who'd cornered her prey, crawled over him slowly. Her hair brushed across his skin, and her breath was hot on his chest as she moved to straddle him.
Her eyes locked with his.
And then, her wet slit made contact with his shaft.
A shiver ran through her body. And she wasn't in the mood for teasing anymore. Not with Eva watching. Not with the fire burning inside her. And definitely not when her body was soaked and clenching with anticipation.
Grabbing his thick, throbbing shaft with one hand, she aligned it with her entrance. Her folds parted around him, and she started to lower herself slowly.
But Christian couldn't take her pace.
Feeling the tight, wet warmth starting to swallow him, he growled… and bucked his hips upward, plunging his cock all the way in with a single, strong thrust.
"Aaaah~!" Annabelle screamed out, her voice raw and trembling.
The sudden impact made her jolt. She could feel his thick length pressing against the deepest part of her, hitting her womb. It hurt just enough to make her body tremble, but that pain was wrapped in a ribbon of exquisite, toe-curling pleasure.
Watching this scene for the first time… and this close, Eva had her eyes widened. All the times before had been mostly kisses, touches, fingers inside each other. But just that. So, seeing them , truly connected, truly fucking… it made her heart race and her thighs rub together unconsciously.
She felt her own slickness grow between her legs.
Her core clenched with arousal at this immoral act between siblings… and she wanted to be filled too. She needed it.
So, lowering herself until her face hovered just above Christian's, she looked into his eyes and said, breathless and wanting, "How about you let your mouth work too… for now?"
Christian didn't hesitate.
While his eyes drank in the sight of his sister riding him… her hips bouncing, her tits swaying with each desperate movement, he flashed Eva a smile. A silent command to make her move.
And so, Eva straddled his face without ceremony, her slick heat hovering over his mouth.
And then she lowered herself.
Christian inhaled deeply, taking in her scent, thick and musky, almost dizzying. The sweat that clung to her inner thighs only added to the flavor, a tangy proof of how much she needed this.
Then he extended his tongue and began to lick.
Her pussy tasted wild, flavored with arousal, sweat, heat. It was a heavenly meal to him, and Christian devoured her as if starving. His tongue flicked slowly at first, teasing her swollen clit, circling it, coaxing tiny trembles from her body.