Fuck Sam at the sink
From Torg Adventure
Since she is giving you the mixed signals of her words of caution and her grinding hips, you think that she'll do whatever you decide. You decide you want to take the chance -- besides, the idea that someone might walk in is a turn-on. You unzip and whip out your raging hard-on. You throw Sam's dress over her ass and find she's not wearing panties; you chuckle to think that she prepared for sex in the kitchen. She sure has changed since this all started. You bury your bone deep inside her as Sam gasps and shivers. She leans down, giving you a straight line to her uterus.
"Oh, God, Max. I just can't resist you. Fill me again," Sam says, her voice full of lust. She pushes back into you as you stroke into her hard. You want to get done fast, so you fuck her rapidly. "Fill your perfect slut till she's knocked up." She quivers at the word again, and you can feel her inner muscles working your cock for a few seconds. You go faster, grunting as you pound away at her sex. "Hurry, somone might see us!" she says urgently. You notice Sam putting her own hand over her mouth. You know what's coming, so you redouble your efforts, speeding up and stroking a little harder. The tension of the sex builds.
"Come all over my cock, slut!" you say. Sam screams into her hand and her cunt grips you hard. You can't hold back and explode inside your sister's willing womb. You see red behind your eyes and almost pass out from the pleasure of your climax. Sam keeps her outbursts muffled and her pussy milks you for every drop of your cum. Time seems to slow to a crawl. An image of big-as-a-house pregnant Sam in this same position fills your pleasure-addled brain, except that she's naked. Six -- seven -- eight geysers of sperm-wriggling jizz fill your slut's womb. Sam's shrieks get higher pitched from the feel of your cum inside her.
You both deflate, Sam slumping on the sink, and you holding on tight to her ass so you don't fall over. You both are panting hard, trying to recover the oxygen you expended.
What happens now? Discovered? Or they get away scot-free?
