The family reunion loomed, but tonight it was just us. My wife Lena, the youngest with three sharp-tongued elder sisters and one brooding brother, paced our living room like she owned the night. "You keep staring at those old photos, husband. Thinking my sisters might outshine me?" Her voice cut like velvet over steel. I smirked. "They've got nothing on your fire, Lena. But that brother of yours—does he know how you run this show?" She laughed, low and wicked, stepping close. "He knows better than to interfere. My sisters? They'd eat you alive if I let them. But you're mine first." Her hand grazed my chest, assertive, pulling me in. "Horny already? I can feel it." Heat built fast. She shoved me onto the couch, straddling my lap with that commanding grin. "Show me that cock—make it hard for me." I hardened instantly under her touch as she freed me, her fingers wrapping tight. "Mmm, dripping already? Good." She leaned down for a slow, teasing blowjob, tongue working expertly while her eyes locked on mine. "Don't you dare come yet." Panting, I gripped her ass, but she was in control—strong thighs pinning me. "My pussy's wet and ready, but you'll earn it." She stripped, guiding me inside her slick heat, riding hard and deep, sweat glistening on her skin. "Fuck, yes—deeper," she demanded, grinding with witty taunts between moans. "Think my sisters could handle this? Not a chance." We built to frenzy, her pussy clenching, ass bouncing, until she came with a cry, milking my cock until I exploded, cum spilling hot and dripping down her thighs. We collapsed, panting, her smile triumphant. "Round one, husband. Family arrives tomorrow."
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