B stood at the airport arrivals gate, heart pounding as his cousin Hanar stepped through the doors. She was taller than he remembered, with sharp eyes and a confident stride that made heads turn. 'B! It's been years,' she said, pulling him into a hug that lingered just a beat too long. Her body pressed against his, and he felt a spark. 'Study in your city sounded perfect,' she added with a wink. Over dinner that night, the witty banter flew. 'You always were the quiet one,' Hanar teased, sipping wine. 'Bet you have secrets now.' B grinned. 'Maybe I want to know yours first.' Tension built as they talked late into the night, her laughter filling the apartment. By the time they were alone on the couch, the air crackled. 'You're staring,' she said, voice low. 'Can't help it,' B replied. 'You're stunning.' Hanar leaned in, her hand on his thigh. 'Then do something about it.' Clothes came off in a rush. B's cock grew hard as she stroked him, her pussy already wet and dripping. 'Fuck, you're horny,' she panted, pushing him back. She took his cock in her mouth for a slow blowjob, tongue swirling as he groaned. 'Your turn,' he said, flipping her. He licked her ass and pussy, making her moan. 'Don't stop,' Hanar demanded, strong and in control. She climbed on top, riding his hard cock with powerful thrusts, sweating and panting. 'Deeper,' she ordered, her ass bouncing. B gripped her hips, thrusting up as she came hard around him. He followed, filling her with cum while they both shook. Afterward, tangled in sheets, Hanar smiled. 'Mornings here might get interesting.'
Want to know how it ends?
This is just the opening chapter. Continue the saga - or write a steamy tale starring you.