It cost her a lot to convince her sister-in-law to fuck her

She’d been eyeing her sister-in-law all summer—tight jeans, slow walks, that smirk. After too many tequila shots and a broken AC, she pinned her down on the couch. ‘You want this, morrita,’ she growled, yanking her panties off. No begging. No games. Just a wet panocha and a vergota sliding in deep. Sentones till the couch squeaked. She came screaming. The sister-in-law? Still smirking. ‘Next time, you pay in cash.’