Tenebrous Wolf

"Um... Hey...."

"What?"

"I... know I might sound like a hypocrite, but I don't think this is right..."

"I definitely I don't want to hear that from someone who stroked his meat inside my restroom."

"I can expl.... Ahhhh!"

Klaus, attempting a flimsy excuse, was cut off with a groan.

Contrary to his expectations, Sasha didn't kick him out after catching him red-handed (literally) in that compromising position. Instead, surprisingly, she started sucking his cock.

Kneeling in front of him, her ample breasts pressed against his thighs, Sasha made a lewd 'pop' sound as she pulled back her head.

"What the hell? Seriously, when did this thing get this big?"

"I don't know. It suddenly became like this after I awakened."

"You awakened? When?"

"Just yesterday."

"Look at this damn guy. You awakened and you didn't even tell your big sister."

"A big sister wouldn't be sucking her little brother's dick."

"And a little brother shouldn't be jacking off to his big sister, isn't that right?"

"Well, that's certainly true. This is totally my fault," Klaus said, trying to suppress a groan. "By the way, what do you think of it?"

"Well, it's certainly fat, grotesque, and absurdly huge," Sasha said, glancing at the long length she was now stroking. "But it's also certainly bigger than my ex-boyfriend's. I think he wasn't even half your size."

"Really, is that true? That really makes me happy."

"I'm not saying that to compliment you, you idiot!"

"Ack!"

Klaus groaned audibly as she tightened her grip. Soon after, she loosened it, causing him to exhale.

Then, her gaze lingered on the thick rod, its length clearly too much for her hand to fully encompass. It was mesmerizing her, little by little.

She bit her lip.

It had been two years since she broke up with her boyfriend, so it was only natural that she was sexually frustrated.

Finally, after remaining quiet for a moment, Sasha said.

"Hey, you admit you're in the wrong, right?"

"Um.. yes..."

"What was that? If you're going to say it then say it properly," Just like that, she squeezed with more force causing his manhood to tremble.

"Damn it. I'm in the wrong. I'm in the wrong. I'm a pervert who strokes his cock in his big sister's toilet," Klaus yelled, his face flushed with embarrassment.

"And?"

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!"

Seemingly satisfied, Sasha loosened her grip.

"Good. Well, it's not like I can blame you completely. Since you're like this, I'll take responsibility and let you off with just this much."

"Thank you for that, but... are you sure you can handle it?"

Sasha frowned. "What is this? Are you looking down on me?"

"No, no, it's not like that at all. I'm asking because, as you said, it's rather large. I'm worried because I don't want you to hurt yourself."

"This damn brat. So you are looking down on me, huh? Take this!"

"Ahh! I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

After giving him a good squeeze and seeing his flustered expression, Sasha loosened her grip and decided to get serious.

"Damn brat. This is the first and last time I'm doing something like this for you. Understood?"

Without giving him a chance to speak, she immediately began her assault.

Sticking out her tongue, already coated in saliva, she lowered her head and tilted it slightly, positioning herself at the base of his impressive rod. Her tongue then traced the underside, just below the glans, sliding along the veins until she reached his testicles.

Then, still slick with saliva, Sasha's tongue began to lick his ballsack, sending shivers of pleasure through him.

Opening her mouth wide, she took one of his testicles inside, sucking rhythmically and making lewd sounds. Once it was coated in her saliva, almost glistening, she moved on to the other.

Klaus, receiving her oral treatment, could only accept it in silence.

Sasha, having explored his testicles, returned to licking his engorged manhood. Her tongue seemed inexhaustible, coating every inch—sides, top, glans, shaft—with a glistening sheen of saliva. But then, just as his cock was thoroughly lubricated, she stopped the warm-up.

She pulled back slightly, her breasts still pressed against his thighs, and aligned her face with the dripping tip of his cock. Giving a teasing lick to his urethral opening, which made him tremble slightly, she then enveloped the head in her plump lips. Klaus groaned, the sound escaping him despite his efforts to suppress it, and then let out a series of moans as Sasha pushed her head forward, taking inch after inch of his thick rod.

She didn't pull back, her eyes fixed on the beast she was engulfing as her mouth and throat adjusting to accommodate the substantial girth.

Just like that, his entire nine inches manhood was devoured.

"O-oh, you're swallowing my cock! My cock is being eaten!"

His excited exclamation seemed to snap something inside the sexually frustrated Sasha.

She grabbed the backs of his thighs and pulled herself further onto him, taking every inch of the thick invader. Klaus almost had a nosebleed.

He found it incredibly arousing to see the bulge forming in Sasha's throat as she moved closer to his abs, until her tongue touched his testicles and her nose brushed against his stomach.

Shit! I can't take it anymore.

Unable to control himself anymore, he grabbed her head with both hands, holding her there, his entire length buried deep in her throat, stretching it obscenely. Though Sasha struggled against his grip, she then pushed back strongly, leaving only the head of his cock in her mouth. From there, she thrust forward and back, beginning to throat-fuck herself.

The friction, the tightness, the sheer audacity of the act sent shivers down Klaus's spine. He could feel himself teetering on the edge, the pleasure was almost overwhelming. He gripped Sasha's head tighter.

Sasha, meanwhile, was lost in the sensation. The fullness, the pressure, the raw masculinity of him… it was intoxicating. She moved her head rhythmically, her throat constricting around him, milking every drop of pleasure. She could feel him pulsing inside her, which couraged her to continue more fiercely.

A low moan escaped Klaus's lips. He was so close. He could feel the release building, the floodgates were about to burst open.

And then, it happened.

"Fuck! I'm cumming!"

Klaus held the back of her head tightly and then shoved his entire length into her gullet, still causing a noticeable bulge in her throat. Sasha, consumed by lust, didn't seem annoyed; her gaze was locked on his flushed face, her expression only showed she was enjoying getting the rough treatment.

That expression was soon hidden as Klaus stopped thrusting, leaving more than half of his cock lodged in her throat before he exploded inside.

Sasha quickly swallowed each surge of his semen, then her eyes widened in shock at the sheer volume as her mouth filled, causing her cheeks to bulge and some semen to spray from her nose. She tried to swallow. While she managed the first part, the second surge was more intense, and some escaped her lips, spraying onto her chest and face.

Once he was finished, Sasha continued to deep-throat him a few more times, milking every last drop before swinging her head back. His phallus left her mouth with a wet, slurping sound.

Klaus leaned against the wall, his legs weak, his vision hazy. A wave of exhaustion washed over him, as if his very soul had been drained from his body.

Was this what they meant when they said the best oral experience could send you to heaven?

Wait... No... Shit...!

His heart pounded as he took in the sight of Sasha, now smeared with his semen.

What the hell had he done?

He had definitely crossed a line. Stroking himself inside her restroom was one thing, but drenching her in his semon was another thing altogether.

Fuck. She's going to be furious.

And what was with that amount? Was it even humanly possible to release that much?

No, that wasn't the issue right now.

He shook off that thought and rushed towards Sasha kneeling on the floor.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to—damn it. Let me find something to clean you up."

Her shoulders seemed to be shaking, with her face facing down. She was definitely pissed!

Fuck! I'm so dead!

Klaus instinctively braced himself, fully expecting some form of punishment. A slap, a punch or something.

After all, there was no Sasha would let this slide.

But… nothing happened.

What? I'm still alive?

Cautiously, he lowered his hands and opened his eyes. The sight before him made his entire body tense.

Sasha wasn't angry.

Instead, she gazed at him with a look that could only be described as flirtatious and seductive. For a moment, he thought he was hallucinating, but there, in her hazy eyes, he could swear he saw something resembling hearts.

Then, to his absolute horror, she licked her lips, tasting the remnants of his semen. A small, almost involuntary smile curved across her face.

Somehow, that smile was far more terrifying than if she had been furious.

"... Hah..."

Klaus barely had time to process the look in her eyes before Sasha lunged forward at the speed of sound and seized his lips in a breath-stealing kiss.

It was a fierce kiss that practically screamed she had no intentions of letting him go!

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"D-Damn… ngh… Sasha, please, slow down! I-I can't even feel my hips anymore… nghh!"

"What? No way! Don't tell me you're already giving up! This is all your fault! I warned you, didn't I? Now, there's no way I'm letting you go!"

Inside her bedroom, Sasha had Klaus pinned to her bed, his hands clutching handfuls of her plump rear as she bounced on him in a wild ride.

Seeing the expression on Klaus's face, clenched teeth, his face flushed not only with lust but also from the effort of trying to lessen the force of her butt against him, she ignored his pleas.

Either way, it was useless.

Sasha braced herself with her hands on her thighs, making it easy to lift herself and then slam her rear down onto him. Her haunched position, feet planted beside his hips, was comfortable for the moment.

She had wanted to be dominant, and she had gotten her wish.

Klaus could only grunt and occasionally moan while she proceeded to numb his hips. Her ass descended faster than she lifted it, slamming down roughly onto his already well-used body.

Slowly, his arms lost their grip on her rear, no longer feeling the give of her soft, smooth skin beneath his fingers.

His arms and legs were spent, leaving him nothing to do but open his eyes and let himself be used as a sex toy by the busty red-head.

Klaus was bewildered. He had no idea how things had escalated to this point.

One minute they were having a seemingly normal conversation with a tipsy Sasha, and the next she was riding his dick like a complete slut.

Not that he was complaining.

Damn. Look at those things go. Klaus thought happily.

Sasha's large, gravity-defying breasts bounced close to his face. As she lifted her rear, her large nipples and areolas pointed downwards, comically, directly at his eyes. Then, when she slammed down, taking his full length, they jumped and pointed upwards.

That view was suddenly more distracting, and enjoyable, than the tight, warm embrace around his girth, even as it tried to squeeze his proud member.

Perhaps she had noticed he was staring, Sasha smiled at him and said,

"You have been staring at them so intensely, do you look my breasts that much? I'm glad you like my them! But you should be focused on something else!"

Klaus grunted loudly in a mix of pain and pleasure.

Sasha stopped simply riding him up and down, introducing new movements with her broad hips. She began to wobble her rear while seated on him, her plump ass pressing down on him as his cock was gripped tightly within her folds.

Then, she lifted slightly and began to roll her hips while grinding against his. His thick cock attempted to make circles within her experienced walls, though it couldn't quite reach her cervix.

For Klaus, groaning and moaning beneath her, his cock was being bent painfully in different directions. But still, the pleasure was indescribable.

It was a technique that had never failed to make her ex-boyfriend of two years climax instantly!

But, somehow, Klaus managed to still hold on.