It cost him a hell of a lot to talk his sister-in-law into fucking him

She was playin’ hard to get—textin’ back ‘no’ for days—till he showed up with a six-pack, his vergota straining in jeans, and that smirk only a horny morrita can’t resist. After three rounds of tequila and dirty talk on the couch, she finally caved. ‘Fine,’ she hissed, ‘but you’re gettin’ the whole damn panocha.’ He didn’t need to be told twice—pulled her hips down, mounted her hard, and sentones her raw till the couch groaned. She screamed his name. The neighbors heard. And she didn’t care.