Can't stop protecting

Oscar took Susan to her room after he had given her the bra and panties soaked in sweat and cum that had long since been thrown into a corner in the kitchen. She struggled to even walk after this intense "protection", so Oscar had to carry her all the way. He struggled, but it was all worth it when he finally got her down on the bed and climbed on top of her sweaty, squishy body.

Oscar had had enough for now, so he just buried his face in her tits and slept like a baby. Susan was also in no condition to complain about anything or even think about anyone seeing them when they came back. She cuddled Oscar in her arms, maybe thinking about Gary in her dreams and waking up in the middle of the night.

They were both startled by the sound coming from Susan's laptop; it was Gary. He had called in the evening and was very worried about Susan. He also tried to call his mother, but she did not answer either, probably busy with Maya and her problems. He was about to reach his breaking point when someone answered the phone.

Susan was sitting on the bed, her tits tightly covered by a t-shirt, her smooth white skin still showing signs of tiredness and her hair dishevelled. Gary could not see her below her tits, but it looked as if she was having a hard time sitting down properly. Well, who wouldn't have a hard time with a hard, thick cock inside of you while answering a call from your fiancé?

When the call woke Oscar up, he was still sound asleep with his hands wrapped around Susan's big, soft melons, and that made him hard again right away. He wanted to fuck Susan right there and then, but with Gary's phone call, it wouldn't be possible. So Oscar let his devious mind work its magic and came up with a plan.

He reminded Susan that the timeline for the curse to be lifted was 24 hours and made her put on a tight t-shirt; well, with the size of her breasts, everything was tight for her. He also told her not to tell Gary about this, "What if he gets worried and tries to come here? The storm could be dangerous!" He said as an excuse.

The result was that Susan was sitting on top of Oscar, his cock in her thick, tight hole, squeezed by her warm, wet walls, while she held the laptop above her chest, talked to Gary and moved her hips in a way that even professional dancers would be jealous of.

Oscar, of course, was too excited by this scenario, his cock twitching so much that he could feel Susan's pussy being stretched. He never imagined that the day would come when he would be fucking his brother's future wife while they talked, yes, on a video call, but still talking.

Susan could hardly concentrate on the call with Gary. She tried her best to talk to him, but it was difficult. Her pussy was full of cock, her tits were shaking in rhythm with her movements, and her mind was in a state of total confusion.

She tried not to move or struggle too much so that Gary wouldn't have to worry about the curse and her baby-making parts, her gullible and kind heart still thinking to let Gary off the hook for all the worries and just concentrate on "protecting" her brother-in-law.

After all, she was responsible for them having to hide in a cursed closet in the first place; if she didn't insist on going into the kitchen and risk being seen by anyone, her sweet little brother-in-law would be safe from the curse.

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