No need to move her

Corette’s mounds are sweet handfuls on her slim frame—from my experience this year, I’d guess she wears a 30C bra, or something close to that. They’re crowned with medium-sized hot-pink cones (with very little areolae around them) that stand out strikingly from her pale-golden skin. They look delectable. I get up above her on hands and knees and seize one with my lips as I guide my prick into her sex. I pause a moment to fill my mouth with soft, springy titflesh, then ram my cock deep into her tight, perfectly sculpted body. Her hole is snug but deep; the friction is wonderful even as wet as she is, but I can’t reach the end of her in this position. Well, there are always others to try.

Corette mewls and cums from my initial thrust, then starts quivering and moaning as I settle down to give her the good, hard dicking she clearly desperately needs. She grabs my ass and squeezes with both hands before sliding one of them up between my shoulder blades. The couch is solid, but it’s not long before it’s singing under us. I’m not trying to pound her within an inch of her life, but I’m thrusting fast and reasonably hard, smacking my balls into her quim and then pulling most of the way out to do it again. I suckle her nipples, each in turn, savoring the way their pebbly skin feels on my tongue; when I’m comfortable in my rhythm, I lift one hand from the couch to reach back and diddle her pearl. She yowls when she feels my touch.

I’ve never really had a cheering section during sex before, but it’s Rhiannon, and since when has she ever felt compelled to be normal? “All those men, all wanting her hot, wet pussy, and she’s all yours,” she purrs to me. “Claim her with that big, beautiful cock—make her cum again and again and again as you fuck her silly—then fill her with your cream. Teach her how it feels to be fucked by a real man.”

Rhiannon shifts to talk to Corette. “Happy birthday, cousin,” she coos. “I know it’s a little early, but I found you the perfect cock to celebrate with. I know how badly you’ve needed a good fucking, so I got you the best. You’ve been thinking too much—my sexy beast is going to fuck your brains right out of your sweet head so your pussy does all your thinking. Just let go and enjoy it.”

It isn’t long before Corette’s ascending cries tell me she’s close to yet another orgasm; when she cums, she cums hard, her body detonating on my thundering fuckpiston like a neutron bomb. She takes a sudden gulp of air and actually shrieks, high and wordless and utterly wild. I fuck her right through her climax, keeping myself from cumming without too much trouble. I want to make sure I give her Rhiannon’s money’s worth—and it’s not as if I have any place better to be for the next couple hours than buried in her tight, pulsing cunt.