Penelope stood in the candlelit chamber, her plus-size frame draped in the silk gown meant for her runaway sister, and faced Colin with a defiant tilt of her chin. "You wanted Marina's fire, but you got the plain spinster instead," she said, her voice sharp as a blade. "Hate me all you like, Colin, but this marriage is your family's doing, not mine." Colin glared, his jaw tight with years of resentment; he'd adored the younger sister, never sparing a glance for Penelope's quiet strength. "You think this changes anything? I loathe the sight of you," he spat, yet his eyes betrayed a flicker of unwanted heat as they traced her curves. She laughed, low and witty, stepping closer. "Then why is your cock already hard beneath those trousers? Scared the 'plain' one might make you forget her?"
Tension crackled as he grabbed her arm, but Penelope didn't yield, pushing back with equal force. "Touch me like you mean it, or don't touch me at all," she challenged, her words laced with seduction. Their banter escalated—his insults met with her clever retorts—until desire overrode hate. He shoved her against the wall, hands roaming her ample ass, and she responded by palming his throbbing length. "Let's see if that hatred holds when I'm dripping wet for you," she whispered, guiding him to the bed with unyielding confidence.
Clothes shed in a frenzy, Colin knelt between her thick thighs, finding her pussy already wet and inviting. "Virgin?" he gasped in shock as his fingers explored her untouched heat, but Penelope only smirked, strong and unashamed. "Surprised the spinster saved herself? Now stop talking and fuck me." He thrust his hard cock inside her, both panting as he filled her completely; she rode the rhythm with equal vigor, her ass grinding against him. The air grew thick with sweat as he pounded deeper, her witty moans spurring him on: "Harder—don't tell me Marina's ghost is holding you back."
Penelope took control, flipping their positions to straddle him, her body glistening as she took his cock fully. "You hate me? Prove it by making me come," she demanded, her pussy clenching around him. He obliged, fingers teasing her clit while she leaned down for a teasing blowjob interlude, tasting his cum-slick shaft before mounting again. They came together in a explosive release, his seed spilling deep as she shuddered, dripping with satisfaction, both sweating and spent in the aftermath.
Colin stared at her in awe, obsession blooming where hate had festered; her strength had undone him. Penelope lay back, sated but guarded, her mind already whispering of futures beyond this night. "This changes nothing," he muttered, yet his hand lingered possessively on her hip.
But as dawn crept in, a single tantalising line escaped her lips: "Wait until Marina returns—then we'll see whose obsession truly burns."
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