Devil Sister-in-Law - Morning Danger of the Day After -

A few rays of early sunlight filter through the bedroom curtains to reach Julio's bewildered face. The fainting creature grimaces in an annoyed expression for a moment before opening his eyes and facing an unprecedented awakening next to his girlfriend's little sister.

"Last night wasn't a dream. She's still here, sharing my bed as if I were just another one of her flings."

Sasha continues sleeping peacefully, looking angelic, immune to any remorse that could rob her of sleep.

“Look at her: she's so pretty... Without the slutty makeup, she could even pass for a good girl.”

After submitting to that frantic anal fornication last night, the girl took a shower, put on Gala's pajamas, and finally snuggled up next to that shirtless adulterer.

Observing such a beautiful girl allows Julio to dismiss the guilt that had plagued him over the past week. It seems as if yesterday's cathartic episode was too momentous to leave room for petty moralistic controversies.

“Contrary to what one might expect, the situation wasn't so strange after we both came.”

Thoughtfully, he recalls some old experiences, from before his long relationship with Gala, in which he felt uncomfortable after having intercourse with women he didn't trust.

“Everything was so natural... He even wears my partner's clothes. It's like we've been living together for a while.”

The doorbell rings, alarming one and waking the other. That shrill sound shatters the calm of such a peaceful morning, stirring Julio's fear, which continues to shake his disoriented and bewildered lover.

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-Lift, lift, lift - he whispers with excessive urgency - It could be Gala -

"And what do I do?" she asks uncomfortably. "Do I hide under the bed?"

-In the closet- he orders gesturing- Nonono . Go out to the terrace-

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If it were the intercom downstairs, the sneaky couple might opt for a more secure solution involving the building's stairs and upper landings, but the knocking on the door and the insistent ringing of bells tighten the noose while denoting a humorous impatience that can only emanate from a cuckold in particular.

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-Coming, coming- coming- the tenant shouts as he walks down the hallway.

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Julio opens the door to find a smiling Gala showing him an easily identifiable paper bag.

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"Are you coming from the bakery?" he asks, puzzled, just before kissing her.

- Effectivewonder - the young woman answers, entering the apartment with impetus.

"You got me out of bed, you know?" he protests, wiping away some sleep from his eyes.

"I see," she says, noticing her boyfriend's semi-nakedness. "How are you such a sleepyhead?"

-It's just that... ...I went out partying with the guys- he states without any intention of deceiving.

-HA ¬ HA ¬ HA-

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Already in the living room, Julio panics as soon as he spots Sasha's bag lying next to the armchair.

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"Would it be so strange?" he asks naturally just before kicking said accessory.

"You didn't go out even when you were a kid, and you don't have any party-going friends," he says from the kitchen.

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The glamorous accessory of that secret guest has slid across the floor, its silver sequins clanking, until it slipped under the sofa.

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"Here," she says as she serves him a donut on a small plate.

"Thank you," he replies, grateful but without much appetite.

-I do n't know what I dreamed is noxe , p0 I woke up with vertv gnas -

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Despite speaking with her mouth full, Gala's words are perfectly understandable to her tense listener.

The two have taken seats around the black wooden table that dominates the room, and continue talking as if no one could hear them.

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GALA: I'm in heat.

JULY: Are you an animal?

GALA: Yes. Today I'm not Gala, I'm Cat. A Cat in heat.

JULY: What a thought.

GALA: Think about it: how long has it been since we made love?

JULIO: I don't remember now.

GALA: You see? That's exactly what I mean.

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Despite wearing only a black T-shirt and tiny pajama shorts, Sasha doesn't feel too exposed to the few passersby strolling along the sidewalk. Not surprisingly, her balcony is spacious, featuring a stone balustrade that bears no resemblance to the thin metal railings of the adjacent building. Furthermore, the canopy of the nearby trees makes her practically invisible to those living on the street.

With both hands on her chest, the girl strains to listen to her sister's mischievous rhetoric. At the same time, she thinks of various excuses she could give the newcomer if she ends up finding out.

Very close by, in the living room, that peculiar marital conversation continues:

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GALA: I'm not saying it's your fault. It's nobody's fault.

JULIO: So what are you complaining about? What you're saying sounds like a reproach to me.

GALA: I'm just saying that I'm hungry today, and not for food, precisely.

JULIO: Okay, okay… …but… Now?

GALA: Can you think of a better time? We're alone, at your house. You slept well. We had breakfast... It's Sunday. No one will bother us.

JULIO: Yeah, okay… …You’re right, but…

GALA: Are you really going to give me an excuse?

JULIO: No, no. I'm here for whatever you want.

GALA: And I have come to take care of you and grant you everything you ask of me.

JULIO: Everything? … … Everything is a very big word… … Do you mean everything-everything?

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The woman nods slowly, her eyes wide open. Her mischievous gaze bore into her boyfriend's pupils.

The man thinks about taking advantage of this blank check to suggest a threesome involving the two sisters, but he soon dismisses this inappropriate idea.

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-Those are- adds Gala leaving the room -I want it to be in the bedroom-

"Why not here?" asks an increasingly scared Julio.

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“If you dare go out onto the balcony, I'm a dead man.”

He rushes to join his girlfriend in the bedroom. Unexpectedly, he finds her rummaging through the closet.

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JULY: What are you doing?

GALA: I think I left my black pajamas here.

JULIO: Are you sure? I don't think so.

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Julio feels a great relief at not having hidden his sister-in-law in the closet. He doesn't forget that this had been the refuge he had chosen in the first place, before confining the girl to the terrace.

"It refers to the clothes Sasha is wearing. Although, on her body, it looks like a completely different outfit."

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-I don't understand. I was looking around my house yesterday and I couldn't find it-

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Gala continues searching for a few moments, but soon gives up with a sigh of resignation.

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GALA: My bitch sister must have stolen it.

JULIO: I don't think it would fit her. It already fits you...

GALA: We are not so, so different, eh?

JULIO: Are you kidding? Her ass is like two of yours…

GALA: Shut up, do you hear me? Do you like Sasha's big ass ?

JULY: What the hell?

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The young woman's anger doesn't stray from that joking script, but behind that humorous indignation lies a good dose of fraternal envy, frustration, jealousy, and resentment.

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GALA: It's too much. She's proud, but... That's because her proportions ... her disproportions give her a lot of notoriety online; even so, the fact that she attracts the attention of the perverts who abound on the internet doesn't make her the goddess she's thought to be. She's not a Venus, and no Renaissance sculptor would deign to carve her in marble.

JULIO: You know that canons change over the centuries, darling.

GALA: Are you defending her?

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Gala knocks her boyfriend down, throwing him onto the mattress in an impetuous and playful gesture that is not typical of her.

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-No0Oh… …I’m just saying that…- he insists, seeing himself interrupted.

-Not another word. I don't want you to spoil my good mood with your nonsense.

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Feeling the sword of Damocles hanging over his head, the guy goes along with it and tries to act like a Julio, free of secrets, guilt, and fears.

Lying beside him, Gala slips her hand under her boyfriend's pajamas with wanton intentions. She has no idea that her little sister is discreetly watching her through the thin gap in the curtain on one side of the window.

Sasha is usually the center of attention, the star of the most desired carnality, the femme fatale who rules the roost...

Without realizing it, she's been thrust into a voyeuristic role: a spectator in a risky situation that could destroy her friendship with her sister and turn the youngest member of the family into the despicable epicenter of a family drama of biblical proportions.

To her surprise, this new situation, filled with danger and betrayal, is especially appealing. She never thought she could get so turned on by spying on someone else's couple, especially when it comes to that pair of slobs.

Inside the house, Julio watches as his girlfriend viciously sucks his cock. He's grateful for having washed it so thoroughly after fucking his sister-in-law bareback last night.

“If Gala knew where she was a few hours ago, what she is so pleasantly enjoying right now...”

Due to the rush that came over him shortly after waking up, he didn't have time to pee for the first time, but the truth is that it hasn't been that many hours since he went to bed for the second time, after the obscene encounter that took place next to the breakfast bar that separates the living room from the kitchen.

Julio's connection has been a long time coming, but at this very moment, it's already enjoying great consistency.

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GALA: mhm … … chp … … mmmh … … Mhmh … … xt … … mmm .

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As soon as the man feels free of supervision, he glances out the window, noticing a play of shadows that betrays the presence of the only member of his audience.

“This calamitous young lady is capable of sneezing, or coughing, or throwing a flower pot or...”

He's aware of how problematic Gala's sister can be, and it strains his nerves to the limit.

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GALA: MmhmM … … hhh … … MmMmhmM … … MhmhmM .

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Julio doesn't say a word. Lying on his back, reclining on a thick pillow, he enjoys his partner's care, but his enjoyment isn't entirely complete.

"What's wrong with me? I've asked her to eat me so many times, and now... This is Sasha's fault."

The therapist isn't wrong in his diagnosis. What happened recently with his favorite girl has shattered all comparisons—not only in relation to his current relationship, but also with regard to the rest of his life.

"After what happened yesterday, everything will be too much for me. I deserve it for being such a cheating bastard. I just hope my girlfriend doesn't find out."

Gala applies herself with a good attitude, but her oral skills are far from what Sasha displayed last Sunday.

The woman is wearing a short-sleeved white shirt and a decently cut floral skirt. With her unkempt black hair draped over her face, she bears a certain resemblance to the whore who cuckolded her; in fact, in Julio's eyes, the two could be mistaken for one another.

"If I imagine Sasha sucking me off, I might cum sooner. I'd better get this over with as soon as possible."

The lack of light that filters into the bedroom might have helped him with his peculiar imagination. However, just as the guy half-opens his eyes, reminiscing about his sister-in-law's past fellatio, the ringing of a cell phone brings him back to reality.

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"What are you doing?" he asks indignantly. "Are you really going to take it?"

-It could be from work. We have that event tomorrow. We need to be contactable just in case.

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The young woman rubs her face with the back of her hand to dry her saliva, and leaves the bedroom in a hurry to answer that inopportune phone call.

It doesn't take long for him to slowly return to the room, hatred glued to the receiver, articulating a few affirmative monosyllables with a serious face:

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- Aha … … … … Yes… … … … Okay… … … … I understand… … … … Okay… … Yes-

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The suspense stretches on for more than a minute. Finally, Gala ends the connection with a sad, wrinkled frown.

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GALA: He was my boss… …You’re going to kill me.

JULIO: Really?

GALA: I have to go urgently, but I'll be back in the afternoon, okay?

JULIO: You're worth it, honey. You wake me up with the best promises and then...

GALA: I would finish sucking you off, but I'm in a hurry and you've become fat.

JULIO: Don't worry. It's not that. I know it would take a while. Let's do it right, then.

GALA: I love you, love.

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That exploited office worker has gone into the bathroom to comb her hair and redo her discreet makeup in front of the mirror.

Despite this feigned displeasure, Julio feels relieved. The stressful predicament he finds himself in is about to be resolved, and he'll soon be able to breathe easy.

No sooner said than done. In less time than a rooster crows, Gala leaves her partner, saying a hasty goodbye.

Lying on the bed, and no longer able to see the fugitive, Julio continues to listen to those diligent footsteps until a light slam of the door seals that hasty departure.

Immediately afterward, the balcony's sliding glass slides discreetly open, allowing Sasha to lean out with a questioning expression, connecting his gaze with that of his host. His mischievous smile blends with the expression of a man who has nearly suffered a heart attack.

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SASHA: Are there no Moors on the coast?

JULIO: Come on, get in before Gala gets to the street.

SASHA: Can you imagine him looking up and seeing me?

JULIO: I don't even want to think about it.

SASHA: I'd say, "I knew it! I knew you stole my pajamas!"

JULIO: You look so different from her with him... Your buttocks are sticking out.

SASHA: Of course? What if I climb on it?

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Once inside the bedroom, the girl adjusts those tiny shorts, giving them a status closer to that of a thong than a conventional pair of panties. At the same time, she performs a wavy pirouette, on her tiptoes, with her butt up and her back arched, tossing her dark hair.

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-No. Wait- he protests, covering his eyes. -I have to go to the bathroom now that I can-

"Me first," Sasha says in a childish voice, taking the lead.

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Julio has stood up. Planted next to the mattress, he tries to guess what the morning ahead will be like.

"She'll tell me to take her home, and then, you bet... or she might want to stay and romp with me for a while. Has our little couple scene turned her on?"

Long gone are the ethical qualms they battled epically until last night, defending the honor of a gallant who had only had one minor lapse in his upright life.

The sound of the cistern flushes an instant before the bathroom door opens, leading directly into the bedroom.

Sasha reappears dazzling her brother-in-law, playing with his hair and giving him a new, knowing, smiling look.

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SASHA: If my sister knew you stuck it up my ass yesterday, she probably wouldn't have bothered to taste it.

JULIO: The last thing he would have cared about was the hole in question. Just for catching you hiding on the balcony, he would have smashed my head against the asphalt.

SASHA: What are you saying? It's not strong enough to throw you off here.

JULY: Don't underestimate the strength of a scorned girlfriend; it can even surpass that of the mother who has to save her baby's life.

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After finishing that lapidary sentence, Julio closes the bathroom door behind him. As soon as he's relieved himself of the urge to urinate, he busies himself rinsing his penis in the sink. Holding the door handle with his right hand, he closes his eyes and utters a redundant, silent plea:

“Let him not be dressing, let him not be dressing, let him not be dressing...”

Perhaps it's because Sasha has just turned twenty, or because Julio hasn't felt such a passion in years, but the truth is that the thrilling intrigue that grips this rejuvenated old man transports him back to his adolescence; to the excitement of his first experiences that have nothing to do with the complacency that reigns in his peaceful relationship with Gala.

As he opens the door, he is disconcerted by an unexpected loneliness.

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"Where's my bag?" she hears in the distance.

-Under the sofa- he answers in a powerful tone of voice.

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Julio reflects to realize how close his partner came to discovering that infamous infidelity.

Sasha returns with her phone in her hand. Her gait is slow. Absently, she stares at the screen. She frowns as, with the tip of her index finger, she scrolls through the incoherent paragraphs of the most charming of her lovers.

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"El Topo wrote to me," he whispers without taking his eyes off that crystalline rectangle.

"Well, this is where your dramatic breakup ends," he answers ironically.

"What are you saying, idiot? Not even if he comes begging me on his knees," he replies haughtily.

-So: you won't abandon me like your sister did?-

-Ha, ha, ha . Phew . What a loser . It's Sunday, dude!

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The girl drops her phone on the side of the bed. Apparently, she has no intention of rewarding her date with a reply.

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SASHA: Did you hide the bag?

JULIO: Yes. Just before Gala entered the living room.

SASHA: I've also taken care of hiding the clothes and heels.

JULIO: It was a miracle we didn't get caught. By a hair.

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They both share a single gaze, intense and bidirectional, silent but full of connotations.

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SASHA: I saw a couple of my sister's shirts and some pants yesterday. I think they were on the top shelf. I'll put them on before you take me home, if that's okay.

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Still wearing those dark shorts rolled up, Sasha turned around to rummage through that built-in closet.

The resulting image clouds Julio's thoughts, who suddenly feels the resounding beating of his own heartbeat.

“WHAT ASS. You’re not leaving here, babe. Not even kidding.”

When the girl manages to reach the shirt she has chosen for the occasion, she feels her brother-in-law's face rubbing against her buttocks while strong hands hold those bulging thighs.

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"What are you doing?" he protests without putting up any resistance. "How dare you?"

- Cwlzv kb twñw mm nwna - he answers with a completely incomprehensible pronunciation.

-Come on, let me go-

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The girl's permissive mimicry does not correspond to a false denial that has never been credible.

The tension built up during Gala's untimely arrival has not fallen on deaf ears, and, along with the morbid curiosity of this depraved adultery, has heated them up badly.

Prostrate on his knees near the bed, Julio uses his hands to knead Sasha's opulent ass. Such a generous attribute represents the holy grail of Dr. Jekyll's lust, turning him into a horny Mr. Hyde every time this unprofitable prostitute provokes him.

As soon as this libertine individual tries to pull down her pajamas, the girl rebels, and ignores her fervent follower to climb onto the mattress, adopting a very sexy and flattering pose on those bruised white sheets.

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SASHA: Don't get so excited. What happened yesterday was a one-time thing.

JULIO: What are you saying? Are you serious?

SASHA: Think about it. She's my sister; your partner. How long have you been together?

JULIO: Now you come to me with that?

SASHA: You took advantage of me last night. I was drunk, and you...

JULIO: Don't you dare blame me.

SASHA: I didn't want to lose my anal virginity. You know that very well. I was forced to.

JULIO: Nobody forced you to participate in the bet.

SASHA: I know! But I was sure I'd win. I thought I could trick you.

JULIO: I gave you what you deserved… …and you ended up coming, so…

SASHA: That doesn't mean it wasn't wrong. Besides, you had the nerve to take off the condom without me noticing.

JULIO: That's not... ...It has nothing to do with it.

SASHA: Of course. We agreed that…

JULIO: Come on, honey. Don't do this to me now.

SASHA: Don't call me darling; your darling is Gala.

JULIO: I'll leave you alone as soon as we say goodbye today, but... You'll be moving away in a few weeks. We can't leave this half-done.

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Julio is standing. With his jaw clenched and his fists balled, he faces his beautiful sister-in-law with a demanding attitude.

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"Sasha, darling. We'll never get a better chance. You and I, here alone... After what we've been through with Gala's visit..." he says pleadingly.

-Yes. Especially you. I saw you suffer so much through the window, while she ate your cock. It must have been very hard for you-

"I was scared to death," he says, spreading his arms in despair.

-Well, you haven't had much trouble getting a hard-on, have you?-

"It was hard for me, believe it or not," he insists, tilting his head with his eyes wide open.

"I have a feeling your little friend has a life of his own," she supposes, looking down.

"It's not that small; you know that very well," he adds with a certain arrogance.

"I've seen bigger ones," she proclaims disdainfully, to take the edge off his mood.

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The attribute of discord is at half-mast, but even in an intermediate state, its relief is noticeable on that fine, light-toned grayish fabric.

Sasha has noticed this, and, driven by her own appetite, decides to ease off a bit on that tense give and take.

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SASHA: Look. If you want, I'll finish what my sister started. After all, I won't do anything I didn't do last Sunday.

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Julio maintains a thoughtful silence. He knows that words are carried away by the wind, and that, in matters of sex, one thing usually leads to another.

“It’s clear that this will be a good start.”

It doesn't take long for him to settle down on one side of the bed, face up, with his expectant eyes fixed on that big-bottomed concubine.

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"We're in agreement, aren't we?" she asks as she pulls down his pajamas.

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Julio nods silently as he prepares for a prize that is no small feat.

Not surprisingly, Sasha's elaborate fellatio turns Gala's oral attempts into a mere botch.

It takes only a few moments for that vicious man to notice the difference. His cock grows inside Sasha's mouth until it regains a vermilion fullness with very prominent blue veins.

The girl's tongue engages in a duel as unequal as that of David and Goliath; and even the woman's nose seems to shrink next to such an imposing phallus.

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SASHA: I've made you hard as a rock, and I haven't even taken off my clothes.

JULIO: You'll see when you take it off.

SASHA: Ah ¬ ah. That's not going to happen.

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Despite the enormous size of that gleaming rod, Sasha manages to swallow it completely without nausea or gagging. She then grabs the base of said rod and slaps herself violently against the face, drenching her cheeks with her own drool.

“Yes. That's right, baby. Hit me harder. I love these facials so much. You deserve this and more.”

Julio loses track of time while his girlfriend's little sister feasts on his private parts; a soggy feast that bears no resemblance to the modest aperitif Gala was having when her phone rang.

Sasha's impetuous sucks become loud, as do her gagged, mouth-full gasps.

As that mane of long black hair moves in circular motions that keep going up and down, the girl's turgid breasts press against Julio's bare knees through her T-shirt.

Sasha goes all in with that dreamy blowjob, feeling a joyful groping on the highest buttock in her fetal position; a tucked-in position on the bed that's ideal for the host to access his young guest's most coveted attributes.

“How wonderful. If she keeps this up, it won't be long before... I'm so, so, so horny... I should stop her before it's too late.”

Julio is not wrong, but a powerful force prevents him from stopping the bites of that proud man-eater.

“NO. Not yet. I can't let him get away with this. This can't go on like this. NoOOO”

The first sob of such an undisciplined being breaks at that apotheotic arrival. The man shudders, feeling his most intimate fluids project toward the girl's mouth through violent genital convulsions.

As she did in the finale of last week's delirious episode, Sahsa quenches his thirst by swallowing every last drop.

Despite his passive role, this fortunate convalescent has to accelerate his breathing to recover the oxygen he is lacking.

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- Mmmh , how delicious- she whispers after taking her last sip.

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The waitress skips to the sink to rinse her mouth with the menthol elixir on the sink.

Julio manages to return to himself after his brief astral journey. He has visited heaven, briefly, but he's back on his mattress again, and he'll soon be over that glorious period.

“I should have stopped her. Now I won't be able to fuck her the way I wanted.”

The pessimism of that last denial ceases to be absolute as soon as the person who formulated it realizes the consistency of a member that is still quite virile.

"I never have a second chance with Gala. I never have enough desire left to reoffend with her, but when it comes to Sasha..."

Determined to seize the opportunities fate has bestowed upon him, Julio stands up, taking his first steps more like those of a drunk than a sober person. After shedding his pajamas, he finally settles his steps.

“I'm coming for you, doll. You're going to find out what a comb is worth. I'm going to shove it deep inside you. By the time you get out of here, you'll have forgotten about El Topo and the rest of your lovers.”

Now completely naked, Julio enters the bathroom to find his sister-in-law standing in front of the mirror, drying her face with one of the towels.

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SASHA: You're a pretty generous guy, aren't you? Lucky I was thirsty.

JULY: It wasn't bad to start with, but now comes the main course.

SASHA: Ha, ha . What do you mean?

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Sasha glimpses her in-law's shoulders and head through the reflection of the large, pristine glass in front of her, so, unprepared, she continues to turn her back on him.

The lascivious intentions of her interlocutor begin to become clear to her when she feels those large, warm hands slip under her black T-shirt to form a hug that reminds her of the one she received last night.

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SASHA: Don't even dream about it. I told you before we started that...

JULIO: That's already a dead letter.

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Julio's vicious whispers are accompanied by some very explicit nudist touches.

Hidden from both of their gazes, the therapist's resurrected penis rubs against the student's large buttocks, skin to skin, demonstrating a vigor that seemed extinct, and perverting that predatory grip.

“Yes. I'm about to fully return. I'm almost back to where I was before I came.”

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SASHA: I'm telling you no. There's no bet involved now.

JULIO: Stop playing tease games. You haven't stopped teasing me since...

SASHA: No way!

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The girl's exclamation catches a man who thought he had the upper hand by surprise. However, what really turned the tables on him is the strong testicle grab with which Gala's sister punishes her attacker.

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- No , careful. Oh… …What are you doing? - he asks in a brittle tone.

"Find out," she orders him in defiant whispers. "I'm in charge here."

- Okay. Okay ... ... Yeah... ... Don't get mad. Farewell ... ... I thought we played different roles-

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Still holding his scrotum tightly, Sasha turned around to face her brother-in-law face to face.

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SASHA: Don't get me wrong. I let you play Julio Fucker yesterday because I wanted to. I was drinking and playing around. I dragged you out of bed and told you to come get me in the middle of the night. It's only natural to be grateful. But that doesn't mean you can do whatever you want to me whenever you want. Ask El Topo if he's ever had the chance to boss me around; ask my other boyfriends.

JULIO: I can see you're a tough woman. But stop squeezing me...

SASHA: Go back to bed if you don't want me to turn you into a eunuch.

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Pained and chastened, Julio steps back, trying to give his undressed gait a certain dignity.

Sasha ignores him again to look at herself in the mirror again.

That fallen soldier is recovering, lying on his bed, conspiring with time to overcome such critical damage.

"That girl has quite the temper. She's left my balls in a mess. It hurts so much. I hope I get through this unscathed."

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"Look at you," Sasha says upon her return. "You're so pathetic. Are you going to cry?"

"You've gone too far, bitch," he replies in a resentful tone.

"Don't play the victim now. You deserved it," she insists in a paternalistic manner.

"I won't be able to have children anymore. How will I explain this to Gala? When the doctor tells her that..."

"Shut up, idiot. I didn't squeeze them that hard," she reproaches him contemptuously.

- No ?-

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“Perhaps appealing to humor, magnifying the drama, is the way to emerge victorious from such a humiliating situation.”

Julio's bare feet are on the parquet floor. With his knees bent, he lies naked on the mattress, face up, tears in his eyes, his gaze fixed on the ceiling.

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SASHA: Maybe I did go a little too far.

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The girl verbalized this conciliatory regret as she approached the injured man from the side of the bed. From her vantage point, she observed Julio's flaccid penis, as well as balls that didn't seem so bruised.

Suddenly, Sasha sits on Julio's belly to observe the effects of that painful compression up close. Facing her brother-in-law's knees, with one leg on either side of him, she subtly wiggles to improve her perspective while her enormous buttocks roll down that masculine torso until they reach his not-so-hairy chest.

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"I don't see any redness or swelling," he says, gently caressing them.

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It doesn't take long for him to feel a slimy wetness soaking his ass. Kissing lips, hungry teeth, a tongue eager to taste those luscious buttocks...

Without ever looking away, Sasha observes the astonishing transformation of a member that wasn't going through its best moment; a phallic battering ram that has doubled in size in a matter of seconds, and that has decapitated itself, as a result of such sudden swelling.

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SASHA: Mother of God. You must really like me.

JULY: Twñwlzv mm kb w nwcna .

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The girl has been horny ever since the exciting incident involving Gala a few minutes ago; and the blowjob that followed her sister's departure only increased her lustful desires, which are crying out for a good morning.

This empowered young woman takes off her shirt in a hasty gesture that is a clear statement of intent.

“Yeah. That’s it. I like you now. My balls don’t hurt so much anymore.”

These new expectations are a relief for a genital pain that will quickly be forgotten.

Sasha's swift maneuvers on the sheets reveal a passionate impatience that soon also banishes the bottom half of her summer pajamas.

Julio manages to glimpse his muse through a restless mane of black hair that, just as if it were an oriental veil, takes center stage in this concupiscent choreography.

Aware that the girl prefers to take the initiative, he lets himself be tamed, docilely, until he feels how his brand-new erection receives the most warm welcome in the stunning body of this goddess of Olympus.

“How wonderful. Yes. All the way. I wanted to penetrate her in the bathroom, but this is so much better.”

As Sasha's ass begins to describe circular movements of increasing rhythm, Julio takes hold of the firm breasts of his fiery guest, and plays with them, involving each and every one of his fingers.

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SASHA: Sooooo … … Sooooo … … Do you like it?

JULIO: I love this, my life.

SASHA: Enjoy it while you can. I don't think there's a next time.

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Julio can't seem to focus his mind beyond the here and now. He only longs to enjoy such glorious fornication with all five senses.

The bed frame begins to protest as the thrusts of that hot ass gain in force, and even the headboard makes a loud banging sound against the wall.

After retrieving his pillow, the psychologist enjoys the bouncing weight of his lover, the touch of those soft thighs, the high-pitched moans that are heavenly music to his ears, the thick pinches of Sasha's hands on his chest, the erotic spectacle unfolding before his eyes, illuminated by the dim light that filters through the curtains...

"How great is the reward for my misconduct. Faced with such a reward, no man would be able to feel guilty."

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SASHA: Mmh … … hhh … … That’s good… … Louderh … … Louder.

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Julio does his part to set the pace for that horny she-wolf. Thanks to his previous ejaculation, he feels capable of lasting longer than he did yesterday, and, of course, longer than he did this morning, during that talented blowjob.

Unexpectedly, Sasha leans toward her brother-in-law to give him an unprecedented kiss on the lips that breaks the mold of this dismayed man, and reformulates the intimacy of a primary sex that seemed orphaned of all tenderness.

Without stopping his kneading of the girl's formidable buttocks, Julio savors that intrusive tongue with his own, giving rise to a duel drenched in shared breath. At the same time, he feels the tickle of her straight hair that insists on combing his shoulders and chest.

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SASHA: Aah … … Uuh … … hhh … … O0oh… … Mmmh .

JULIO : Yess ...

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Seconds turn into minutes amidst unprecedented bilateral enjoyment. No wonder, for the dazzling attractiveness of that voluptuous diva, coupled with her whirlwind enthusiasm filled with passion, often overcomes the virility of even the most capable men with astonishing brevity.

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SASHA: I think… … hhh … … I’m almost there … … yaah .

JULIO: O0oh… … Yesssss … … A little more .

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Sasha's generous breasts fluctuate with every impact. Both her gorgeous tits and her fleshy hips dance to the rhythm of a highly erotic, undulating dance that drives this unhinged individual to the brink of madness.

Julio is holding up like a champion thanks to his previous spill, but the current circumstances don't give him immunity from the unbridled pelvic attacks that this beast in heat is inflicting on him.

The girl comes as uncontrollable spasms interrupt the rhythm of such lustful kinetics.

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SASHA: Oo0h… … hhh … … Yesiìih … … Aah .

JULY: Nowah … … Yaah … … hhh … … Mmmh .

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With a similar timing to that of last night, Julio takes a cue from Sasha and sparks his own surge almost immediately.

They both merge in an exhausted embrace, riding the wake of a clamorous double orgasm that has made everything that doesn't exist on those white sheets disappear from the cosmos.

Still speech impaired by rapid breathing, Gala's boyfriend reacts to an incipient uneasy concern:

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-You told me once that you took pills, right?-

"Wouldn't it be wonderful if you had gotten me pregnant?" she asks playfully. "Imagine how cute our baby would be."

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Sasha hasn't responded to her brother-in-law's worried question, but the girl's jokes reassure Julio, who no longer fears the consequences of his depraved actions.

"Before I know it, she'll have moved away from Lima. I'll feel nostalgic when I see her racy photos on social media, but I won't be as hurt by how hot she is."

Without any hurry, the two settle into bed, wrapped in a calm and relaxed tranquility. They eventually fall asleep again, knowing they're safe from another unwelcome intrusion from the third party.