Elena swept into the tiny, grimy house, her silk dress clinging to every curve, and wrinkled her nose at the stench. "Jake, my homeless prince, you swore this was temporary. Now I'm sharing a roof with your parents? Disgusting doesn't cover it."
Her new husband chuckled, pulling her close. "They're family, Elena. Dad's Hank, Mom's Doris. Play nice."
Hank, a burly man with callused hands, smirked from the doorway. "Nice? She looks like she stepped out of a magazine and into our mud. Bet that pussy's too pristine for this place."
Elena arched a brow, her voice sharp as a whip. "And you smell like regret and cheap whiskey. But if we're doing family bonding, let's skip the small talk. Your son's cock might be charming, but I suspect the apple didn't fall far from the tree." Doris laughed from the corner, eyes gleaming. "Girl's got bite. I like that. Not some wilting flower."
Alone later with Hank while Jake fetched supplies, tension crackled. Elena cornered him, her breath quickening despite the disgust. "You think you can leer at me all day? Prove you're more than a filthy old man." Hank's eyes darkened. "Horny already, princess? Your pussy's probably dripping just thinking about it."
She shoved him back, strong hands unbuckling his pants to reveal his hard cock. "Shut up and let's see if it's worth my time." Elena dropped to her knees for a teasing blowjob, her tongue swirling as she controlled the pace, making him pant and sweat. "Fuck, you're good at this," he groaned. She stood, hiking her dress to expose her wet, dripping pussy and ass. "No submission here—ride me like you mean it."
Straddling him, she guided his cock inside her, riding hard and fast, their bodies slapping together in explosive rhythm. Hank gripped her ass, thrusting up as she came first, then he followed, filling her with hot cum while they both panted, sweating and spent.
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