Vyom jerked his hand faster and faster. Squelch… slurp… squelch. The wet, dirty sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the quiet room. He wasn’t trying to enjoy the feeling or work himself up to a huge, mind-blowing explosion. All he wanted was to shoot a heavy load as soon as possible so that his head would clear, so that he could do it again later… and probably a third time, while he had the apartment completely to himself tonight.
Unfortunately for him, his brain was absolutely not cooperating. Each time he stared at the models’ beautiful legs, his frustrated mind decided that they just weren’t quite as sexy, as thick, or as creamy as what he had observed earlier in the living room. They were nice… but they completely lacked Urvin’s intoxicating aura. They didn’t have her mesmerizing curves or that forbidden feminine heat he had felt beside him on the couch. He found himself repeatedly closing his eyes and involuntarily imagining her in those navy blue velvet high heels, her soft calves flexing beautifully as she walked toward the door.
He tried desperately looking at the explicit images where the girls were turned around, sticking their bare asses out at the camera. No luck. His dick actually began to soften. He kept remembering exactly how Urvin’s corset dress was molded perfectly around her wide hips, and how he knew… he just knew… that her bare, heavy ass underneath that fabric was equally as flawless as her legs.
Even her platinum blonde, messy bun had been perfect!
Still, he tried. He fought his own mind. He tried, and tried, but no matter how hard he forced himself to keep his eyes open, staring at the naked porn actresses in front of him, and no matter how furiously he slid his wet, tight fist up and down his aching dick….
He couldn’t cum. His mind was completely blocked. His body refused to surrender to the porn.
That was, until, he finally let out a defeated groan, caved into the darkness, and closed his eyes for good…
And thought only of Urvin.
His frantic hand strokes slowed drastically, becoming deep, agonizingly slow, and very deliberate as he remembered looking over his elder sister’s body just ten minutes ago. Starting with the blue velvet heels… his mind’s eye slowly, hungrily gliding up her bare, creamy legs… up along the dangerously tight midnight-blue dress… imagining sliding his warm hands up those thick thighs, imagining the soft, wet, dripping heat waiting for him under that thin fabric…
Vyom groaned her name quietly in the dark as he clearly pictured her beautiful face, her heavy breasts, and those long legs walking out the door. His broad chest heaved violently as a sudden, overwhelming wave of forbidden release crashed through his entire body. He gasped heavily, his muscular frame trembling in the dark, the deep muscle spasms taking total control as he choked out her name into the suffocating silence of the empty room.
Hours later, the loud sound of the front door lock clicking pulled Vyom out of his half-sleep. He was lying on the living room couch in the pitch dark. Before the door even opened, he heard muffled laughter and voices from the hallway outside.
Heels tapped on the floor tiles, alongside heavier male footsteps. The two people paused right after the door closed. Whispers filled the dark room. The sweet, gentle laugh of his sister joined the deeper, irritating chuckle of a male.
