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 cock slamming balls-deep into my dripping cunt.

“Fuck, Lisa… your pussy is even tighter than your sister’s,” Mark groaned behind me, his heavy balls slapping loudly against my clit 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 whore. Wet, obscene squelching sounds filled the kitchen as he wrecked...