Elena stepped inside, still in her wedding dress, the white lace now rumpled and stained in places. Her veil was crooked, mascara smeared down her cheeks, lips swollen and glossy. She froze in the doorway, eyes widening in shock as she took in the scene: me—her little sister—completely naked except for the bunched-up dress around my waist, straddling her brand-new husband, bouncing shamelessly on his massive c**k while the bed creaked beneath us.
Roman didn’t stop.
His hands stayed firmly on my hips, guiding me up and down his thick shaft with steady, powerful thrusts from below. The wet slap of our bodies continued without pause, my p***y making obscene, creamy sounds around him as his c*m from earlier leaked out around his girth with every bounce.
Elena’s mouth fell open. “What the f*
