Iran missed getting fucked by her little cousin

Iran came home early and caught her cousin with his hand up her skirt, panting like a doggystyle beast. She didn’t scream—she smirked. ‘You been thinking ‘bout my pussy since summer?’ He nodded, vergota already hard. She straddled him right there on the couch, sentones slow at first, then wild. ‘Tell me you want it,’ she hissed. He groaned—‘All I think about, morrita.’ She rode him till the couch squealed and the neighbors knocked. No shame. Just panocha and hunger.