Sinning With My Sister: Chapter Three

Toni shows up at Phoenix's place after midnight, envelope burning in his hand. She knows something's off the second she opens the door. He hands it over, she tears it open—and there it is: every filthy text, photo, hotel receipt from her husband screwing girls young enough to be his daughter. Phoenix's eyes go glassy, tears spilling down her cheeks. Toni doesn't hand her tissues. He steps in, pulls her close, and tells her the ugly truth straight: her man's a compulsive pervert who'll never change, and she's way too damn hot to waste herself on him. Then his voice drops and the heat shifts. Toni says he's wanted her for years—long, filthy years—and tonight he's taking what he's always craved. Phoenix looks at him, lips trembling, heart thumping, and leans in. One soft kiss turns savage fast. Tongues wrestle, hands rip at clothes, and suddenly Toni's jeans are around his knees, fat cock throbbing against her lips. She drops, slurps him loud—gagging, spit dripping down her chin, licking his heavy balls like she's starving. When he twists her nipples hard enough to pink them, she moans, thighs shaking. He spreads her wide on the couch, slams inside, and pounds until her juices run down his shaft. Phoenix grips his cock inside her like it belongs, begging louder each stroke: "Fuck me deeper, harder—make me forget I was ever married."