Kissing Cousins

Derrick's prissy little cousin crashes at the estate for the weekend. Anna De Ville keeps her hands to herself until she can't. That night he knocks. Door opens. She stands there silent, legs bare, pulse loud. He steps in. She says no once, twice, then stops talking. He grabs her by the hips, spins her, and takes what she tried to hide. Anna drops to her knees, mouth full, throat tight. He fucks her face until spit runs down her chin, then bends her over the bed. She arches, spreads, gives. Derrick grips her wrists behind her back, works her open, and sinks into her ass in one slow thrust. No lube, no pause. Just raw need. She gasps into the sheets while he pounds deeper, harder, owning the hole she swore she'd never offer. Athletic bodies slap together in the dark. Each stroke lands with a smack, each pull leaves her trembling. She takes it all, pain and pleasure braided so tight she can't tell which is driving her wilder. He comes buried to the hilt, filling her. She stays bent, shaking, leaking, owned.