B stood at the airport terminal, heart racing as his cousin Hanar stepped off the plane. She was striking, with sharp eyes and a confident stride that commanded attention. "B, you look exactly like the troublemaker I remember from family visits," she said with a smirk, pulling him into a hug. Her body felt warm and firm against his. "And you still talk like you're the boss of everyone," he replied, trying to keep his voice steady. The drive home was filled with witty banter about her studies and the city's chaos. "This place better not bore me," Hanar teased. "Or I'll make you entertain me properly." Tension simmered as they unpacked in the shared apartment. Over dinner, their conversation turned flirty. "You always had that look, like you wanted to serve," she said, eyes gleaming. B's pulse quickened at the hint of her dominance. Later, in the living room, the air thickened. Hanar leaned in close. "Show me how much you've missed me." Their lips met in a fierce kiss. Clothes fell away as hands explored. B felt his cock grow hard against her. "You're already so eager," she laughed, pushing him back. She straddled him, her pussy wet and dripping as she guided him inside. They moved together, panting and sweating, her ass grinding down hard. "Fuck, your cock feels perfect," Hanar moaned, riding him with strong, commanding thrusts. B thrust up, lost in the heat. She came first, clenching around him, then he followed, cum spilling as they both gasped. Afterward, as she slept, B's secret urge stirred—he crept toward the bathroom, thinking of her scat, tasting it in hidden fantasy before she stirred. Hanar woke with a knowing smile. "Caught you thinking naughty thoughts already?" The night promised more layers to their game.
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