The rain hammered against the windows of my small apartment as I waited for Hanar at the station. My cousin from the other city, here to study, stepped off the train with a confident stride, her dark hair damp and eyes sharp. 'B, you look exactly like I remembered—nervous and eager,' she said with a smirk, pulling me into a hug that lingered a beat too long. Her body pressed close, and I felt the first stir of something forbidden.
We drove home through slick streets, the tension building in the car. 'So, studying here means crashing with you,' Hanar said, her voice laced with wit. 'Hope you're ready to share more than just space. I don't do submissive roommates.' I laughed, but my mind raced with the secret craving I'd harbored for years—wanting to be her slave in ways she couldn't imagine yet. 'I'm flexible,' I replied. 'Whatever you need.' She chuckled. 'We'll see how flexible.'
At the apartment, she unpacked with brisk efficiency, her strong presence filling the room. Over dinner, dialogue sparked. 'This city feels alive,' she said, leaning forward. 'Unlike back home. You seem... pent up. Got a secret or two?' My heart pounded. 'Maybe one involving you,' I admitted, testing waters. Hanar raised an eyebrow. 'Bold. I like bold. But I'm the one who calls shots.' The air thickened with seduction as she brushed my hand, her touch electric.
Later, the build intensified. She changed into a robe, the fabric clinging to her curves. 'Join me on the couch,' she commanded lightly. We talked late, witty barbs flying. 'You always were the quiet one,' Hanar teased. 'But quiet hides the horny ones.' I countered, 'And loud ones like you hide the dripping curiosity.' She laughed, pulling me closer. Kisses followed, urgent and hot, her hands exploring as mine did the same. 'This is crazy—cousins,' she panted, but didn't stop.
The climax hit hard. Clothes shed, we tangled on the bed. Her pussy was wet and dripping as I entered her, my cock hard and throbbing. 'Fuck me properly,' Hanar demanded, strong and unyielding, riding me with fierce rhythm. 'Your ass feels so good,' she moaned, switching positions. I gave her a blowjob first, tasting her, then we fucked intensely—sweating, panting, horny as hell. She came with a cry, her cum mixing with mine as I exploded inside her. We collapsed, bodies slick.
After, she whispered, 'That was just the start. But I sense more from you.' I nodded, my secret desire for her scat lingering unspoken, the urge to serve as her slave simmering. Hanar smiled knowingly, hinting at depths ahead.
The night promised more, but the real catch was yet to come.
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