Yes, Cecilia, Kevin's petite Italian girlfriend

THE GIRLFRIEND'S ARRIVAL – A FAMILY'S SHARED CORRUPTION

The apartment still reeked of sex—thick, musky, wrong in ways that should have made Cecilia gag when she burst through the reinforced door.

"I-Is this really him? Dad made me lose all hope with all those bad rumours... Fuck! I'm just glad he is OK..."

Instead, the petite Italian girl barely noticed, her grey eyes locking onto Stefano with the single-minded focus of a starving animal.

"You asshole!" she shrieked, launching herself at him, her small fists pounding against his chest. "Y-You disappear for days! I thought—"

Stefano caught her wrists effortlessly, yanking the young woman's body against him until her wide hips ground against his still-hard cock. "Thought what, bella?" he murmured, his lips curling into a smirk. "That I'd leave you all alone? That your racist mom would finally get her wish?"

Cecilia's protest died in her throat, her breath hitching as Stefano's borrowed memories flooded her mind—how she loved it rough, how she'd let Kevin bend her over the bathroom sink while her parents argued downstairs, how she'd moaned when he'd stuffed her panties in her mouth to keep her quiet.

"At least your cock seems to be fine, macho boy... W-Wait, not in front of your m-mom, HMMPH!!"

He didn't wait for permission.

One hand fisted in her dyed black hair, yanking the slender vixen's head back. The other groped the plush curve of her bubble butt, fingers digging into the denim-clad flesh hard enough to bruise. Stefano kissed her—hard, possessive, claiming—his tongue forcing past her luscious red lips like he owned them.

Cecilia melted, the Italian beauty's moans vibrating against his tongue, her tender body arching into his.

"What the fuck... Absolutely shameless." A spiritual echo, a jealous sister... What a wonderful sight.

Across the room, Harmony dropped her textbook, the sound muffled by the wet squelch of Stefano's cum still leaking from the ebony beauty's gaping asshole. The Nigerian vixen's hazel eyes were glazed, her lithe fingers twitching toward the incubus crest burning beneath her shirt.

"Damn, t-this is some dark juju stuff..."

Adaeza's knuckles whitened around her mug, the voluptuous milf's massive ass shifting on the kitchen chair as her own cunt clenched around nothing. The older woman's lips—still swollen from sucking Stefano's cock—parted on a silent gasp as a fresh trickle of thick creamy cum dribbled down her inner thigh.

Stefano pulled back, leaving Cecilia dazed and dripping, her septum piercing glinting in the dim light. "Miss me now?"

Cecilia's nod was frantic, the young woman's lithe fingers clawing at his shirt. "Y-yes—"

"Good." Stefano patted her flushed cheek, the gesture almost mocking. "Go wait in my room. Strip."

Cecilia scurried off, her skinny jeans already shoved down her wide hips, the Italian beauty's pale ass jiggling with every step.

Harmony's face was flushed, her dark skin gleaming with sweat, her nipples pebbled against the thin fabric of her university sweater.

"What a fucking slut, not an ounce of respect for her mother in law... W-Wait, they are not even married yet." Another mental echo, it seemed Kevin's mom didn't approve of her son's fuckboy tendencies.

Adaeza's mug shattered on the floor.

Stefano turned, his gaze raking over those fat mommy milkers jutting out of the ebony milf's sheer nightgown. "Is everything ok, Mama?"

Adaeza shuddered, her massive tits heaving beneath her stained blouse. "Y-Yes—"

"Liar." Stefano closed the distance between them in two strides, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her love-handles. "You want to watch, don't you? Want to see how I fuck your son's little slut?"

Adaeza moaned, her wide childbearing hips jerking forward, the voluptuous milf's cunt gushing at the filthy words.

"F-Fuck..."

Harmony whimpered, the ebony vixen's fingers creeping between her toned thighs.

Stefano laughed, dark and hungry. "Come on then, sluts. Let's give Cecilia a proper welcome."