My Filthy Cravings

AYRA – POV “Oh my god… Justin, right there! f**k—f**k me harder!” Taarh, taarh, taarh. Paarh, paarh, paarh. Skin slamming against skin. The rhythm grew faster, harder — just when I was getting ready to go out with my best friend Bianca. I froze mid-step, breath catching, as the sounds leaking from Justin’s room filled the hallway. “Fuuuck…” a girl groaned, her voice thick and familiar. I frowned. Why do I know that voice? Shaking it off, I turned toward the front door, deciding it wasn’t my business. But the next filthy words she screamed made me stop cold, like time itself had halted. “Show me no mercy—f**k me harder, you little piece of s**t!” My heart lurched. Curiosity devoured me whole. Before I could rethink it, I spun around and tip-toed back, pressing myself flat to Justin’s door, ears straining. My fingers pushed the handle with my heart in my mouth, to my surprise it was not locked. I pushed the handles slowly, my heart hammered in my throat as I cracked the door open, just enough to peek inside—And my world tilted. “Oh my god…” I whispered, slapping a hand against my mouth. Justin — my stepbrother — was completely naked, muscles flexing with every brutal thrust as he pinned Janet, his best friend’s sister, to the wall like she weighed nothing. Her legs were spread wide around his waist, his c**k driving into her mercilessly. “Harder! f**k me harder, Justin—go deeper!” she begged, voice stretched tight with pleasure. The sound alone could’ve made a nun flinch. The s*x must be insane,because she sounded like she’d die without it. I should’ve walked away. But I didn’t. I stayed perfectly still, glued to the tiny opening in the doorway, watching helplessly… shamelessly. A raw, desperate moan tore out of her. “Fuuuck—Justin—your c**k is so big!” And god… it was big. His thick length disappeared inside her soaked p***y, slamming into her again and again, her milky thighs trembling against his grip. “Harder,” she hissed. “Don’t stop. I can take it.” He growled — low, primal — gripping her thighs tighter, f*****g her like he was carving pleasure into her bones. Her back smacked the wall with every powerful thrust he delivered. “Should I stop?” he taunted, breath rough. “N-no!” she choked out, shuddering. He slammed her p***y. Hard. She jolted and moaned even louder, her p***y dripping cunt and her breasts bouncing wildly to the rhythm he is f*****g into her. “f**k, yes… that’s it,” she cried. “That c**k is mine!” “Say that again,” he growled. “Your d**k is mine!” she screamed, voice breaking. He drove into her with brutal force, each thrust echoing through the room. Clap, clap, clap. Clap, clap, clap. Skin on skin. Sweat ran down his body, catching the light - which made it glow. My gaze trailed lower… to his c**k— And my lips parted more, subconsciously - at what I saw. At the moment he pulled out suddenly and dropped her to the floor, her legs wobbling like it was trying to memorize the rhythm he f****d into her. My pulse pounded and my eyes widened more at what I saw. His d**k— Huge. Thick. At least nine inches. Glazed with her p***y juice. I have never seen a d**k this huge since the day I was born. Thou, I have seen d***s in porn. But none of them came close to this. The swollen pink head… the veins… the length… it was monstrous!!!. My p***y throbbed so hard I felt warmth seeping into my panties. No wonder she was screaming like that. “Again,” Janet whimpered. “Again. I want it again.” “Stand up,” Justin ordered, his voice dark. She obeyed immediately, even though her legs barely worked. He dragged her by the hair and bent her over his desk, her p***y was still dripping cunt and her hole stretched and glistening. Her discarded dress lay near the door — right by my feet — like she’d ripped it off in desperation. “Put it back in, Justin… f**k me till I can’t feel my legs,” she begged. He stepped behind her, guiding his c**k — not into her p***y this time, but into her ass. She screamed, her body jerking at the intrusion of his c**k into her ass. He started slow… deliberately slow… like he wanted to feel every inch of her. A shiver ran through me. That must feel insane… His pace shifted — deeper, faster — her ass slapping against his thighs as he pounded her from behind. “Ah—ahh! Fuuuck!” she gasped, barely able to breath. “Mmh—yes… don’t stop… deeper!” she moaned, her voice cracking. Taarh, taarh, taarh. Clap, clap, clap. Skin clashing on skin. “Oh god, right there—ah!” I couldn’t look away. My body was buzzing and I felt a warm heat pooling between my legs. My heartbeat syncing with every thrust he made, my n*****s tightened beneath my dress, painfully hard. “Can you take it?” he whispered against her ear. “Don’t stop…” she moaned, breathless. His fist twisted in her hair, pulling her head back as he pounded into her relentlessly. Her legs trembled violently. And then I felt something warm and slimy sliding out of my p***y. I reached under my dress,fingertips brushing my panties… and the wetness soaking through them. “Oh my god… I’m wet,” I whispered, dazed.