Living room couch, curtains half-drawn like no one’s home. Sister-in-law sprawled across the cushions in a loose tank top that barely covers her tits, legs splayed just enough to betray what’s underneath. Pretends to sleep but wakes up with a gasp when fingers brush against her soaked panties—then pulls them down slow, giving him just enough time to see how wet she is before flipping over onto all fours. No foreplay needed here: thick thighs spread wide for his face first—tongue diving into that pussy so deep it hits the back of her throat while one hand grips the armrest for leverage. Then she turns around, ass high in the air like an offering.
