Fucking the skinny cousin

She’s 17, all hips and honey, sprawled on the couch after too much tequila. I drop to my knees, sniff her panochita—sweet as stolen candy. She giggles, pulls my hair, says ‘hurry up, vergota.’ I shove in deep, she rides me sentones-style, moaning ‘más, más,’ while her little thighs tremble. No one’s home. Just the slap of skin, her panting, and the way her panochita clamps down like a vice when she comes. She’s my dirty little secret—and she wants it harder next time.