Olga burst into her brother’s room without so much as a knock, her cheeks flushed with a mix of urgency and arousal. “Anton, I need your help,” she announced, her voice barely above a whisper.
Anton, who had been lounging on his bed, looked up from his book, intrigued. As his gaze traveled from her face down to the noticeable bulge in her coat, he raised a brow. “I see,” he said, trying to keep his amusement hidden. “Care to enlighten me on what kind of help you need?”
With a huff, Olga shrugged off her coat, revealing her impressive 32D breasts and the 25-centimeter erection that was straining against her pants. “You know very well what kind of help I need,” she retorted, her voice thick with desire. “You’re the only one who can put out this unquenchable fire.”
Anton fought the urge to roll his eyes at her dramatic choice of words. Instead, he stood up and moved closer to her. “Well, if I’m the only one who can help you, then I suppose I have no choice,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Olga scoffed but didn’t respond. Instead, she watched as Anton began to undress her, his fingers deftly unbuttoning her pants and sliding them down her legs. Once she was completely naked, he wasted no time in starting to masturbate her.
As his hand began to move in a steady rhythm, Olga couldn’t help but moan. It felt so good, but she knew it wouldn’t be enough. Not this time. She needed more.
Deciding to take matters into her own hands, Olga reached down and grabbed Anton’s head, guiding it towards her erect member. “If you’re going to help me, then you might as well do it properly,” she said, her voice husky with desire.
Anton, undeterred by her forwardness, opened his mouth and took her length in. He could feel her trembling under his touch, and he knew she was close. But he also knew that a simple handjob wouldn’t suffice.
So, he decided to take things further. Using his tongue, he began to tease her sensitive tip, eliciting a gasp from Olga. Gradually, he took more of her length into his mouth, using his tongue and hand in tandem to bring her closer to climax.
Olga, overwhelmed by pleasure, threw her head back and moaned, her body trembling under Anton’s touch. “Anton,” she called out, her voice barely above a whisper.
Anton, anticipating her release, pulled back, resuming his manual stimulation while flicking his tongue against her tip. It didn’t take long for Olga to reach her peak, her body shaking as she cried out her brother’s name.
Once Olga had come down from her high, she looked up at Anton, her eyes filled with gratitude. “Thank you,” she said, her voice soft.
Now it was Anton’s turn. Olga dropped to her knees, releasing his 20-centimeter erection. After a brief period of teasing, she took him entirely into her mouth, expertly sucking and licking.
Much to Olga’s surprise, Anton remained hard for an extended period, prompting her to try a new approach. She bent over, offering herself to him in a way she never had before.
Anton, unable to resist, entered her slowly, allowing her to adjust to the new sensation. Once he was fully inside of her, he began to move, their bodies moving in sync as they reached their climax together.
As they lay there, spent and satisfied, Olga couldn’t help but think that maybe having an unquenchable fire wasn’t so bad after all.
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