The campsite hummed with the promise of secrets as our family pitched tents under the stars. Irem, my bold 18-year-old cousin with her light blonde hair and sun-kissed skin, lounged in a tiny crop top and shorts that hugged her 36-sized feet and 49-kilo frame like a second skin. "Cousin, quit gawking or I'll make you pay," she teased with a sharp grin, her eyes sparkling with challenge. When her parents left for early fishing, the air thickened. I knelt by her feet, kissing them softly before inhaling the scent of her dirty thong. "Bold move, but you smell trouble," she laughed, not pulling away but arching an eyebrow. "Think you can handle what comes next?"
We hit the lake for a swim, where her 75B breasts gleamed wet under the sun. As we splashed, my hands roamed her body, and she smirked, "Hands off the goods unless you're ready to play for real, or are you all talk?" Back at camp, her parents napped while we cracked open drinks and dove into truth or dare. "Dare: kiss me like you mean it," she commanded after a penalty round, her lips meeting mine with fiery wit. "Not bad, but let's see if that cock gets hard for more."
Night fell, and Irem slipped into her signature tight jean shorts that accentuated her ass perfectly. Horny from the game, we snuck to the women's shower area. She pushed me against the wall, panting, "You want this wet pussy? Earn it." I dropped to give her a quick blowjob, my tongue exploring as she moaned, "That's it, make me dripping."
Her shorts came down just enough for me to slide my hard cock into her from behind in the steamy stall. She rode back against me, strong and unyielding, her pussy clenching tight while sweat beaded on our skin. "Fuck yes, deeper—don't you dare stop," she demanded wittily between gasps. We moved in rhythm, her ass slapping against me as she grew wetter and dripping with arousal.
Panting hard, I thrust faster, her moans spurring me on until she came with a shudder, her juices coating my cock. I followed, exploding with cum deep inside her as we both sweated and trembled in the afterglow. "Not bad for round one, cousin," she whispered, adjusting her tight shorts with a sly smile.
But as we crept back to the tents, Irem's hand lingered on my thigh, hinting that our game had only just begun.
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