Just like her pregnant swell that hung towards the sand. Her fleshy tits bobbed back and forth as he fucked into her and she cried out, “Cumming!”
He’d hit that special spot within her, and combined with that harsh slap, it was all she needed to come crashing down around him, her body singing in exquisite bliss, transcending to another plane around her brother’s cock.
Zach loved that feel, the warm flood of her honey across his dick and flooding out to his balls. His eyes rolled back as he groaned aloud, “That’s it. Cum on my dick, bitch.” But he was already losing his own resolve, and his cock twitched within her tight cunt, so stiff and hard.
In a moment it went over that precipice, spasmed erratically as he pumped his full load into her warm depths. “Thaaat’s it,” he said, his hand pulled back on her blonde hair as he did, forcing her to acknowledge his own release as he shot his seed into her already pregnant womb.
She was like a weak little ragdoll bobbing against his cock, her body flushed from the orgasm. She was having trouble even keeping herself up on her hands and knees until she felt that harsh tug of his hand in her hair. “Zach,” she moaned out. His name almost sounded like a hymn, a beautiful praise made just for him.
They lingered like a while until the satisfaction of their fucking bled from them gradually. He pulled her back, his cock still lodged inside her quim, and he put his arm about her chest and held her to his. “Good girl,” he husked and kissed her neck, brushing the golden hair out of the way. “I love you, sis. So much,” and the simple words, uttered in such a hard, deep voice, were nothing but pure, tender truth. She felt it radiate off him as he cradled her pregnant stomach so gently.
Her lashes fell over her green eyes as she moved back into him, her body so warm from the sun, from the fucking, from her love. Her palms rested on the back of his hands and she smiled so serenely. “We should stay the night out here, enjoy a piece of our old home for a change,” she murmured in her sex laden voice.
Zach bit her ear, tugged the lobe then let it snap back. “Maybe,” he said in response. Then with a squeeze of one of her heavy, milk-laden tits he slid out of her, leaving her to drool his thick cream as he stood. “Let’s go down the beach towards the old spot then,” he said, and he pulled her up to her feet with ease, a smooth smile on his face.
She seemed so much heavier, so much more exhausted after their fucking, but her smile never faded as she moved against him while he grabbed his spear. She leaned on him a little bit more, her arm cradling her pregnant stomach as her cunny oozed his cum down her thick thighs. Her breast milk dripped slowly over the round swell of her breasts, but she paid it no mind.
They were lost in their own blissful little reality. Zach kissed her temple and smiled, looking excited for the prospects of what was to spring from their loins.
They had let down their guard so much that they hadn’t noticed what awaited them. Not the boat off the coast as they rutted like animals, nor the men on the shore until they were nearly upon them.
It was then as the two groups stared at one another that the old reality sank in. Just like that, in the blink of an eye, the old world shame hit them as they stood, arm in arm, nude and still damp from their incestuous breeding before a group of unknown men. They were staring at them as if they were some savages out of a movie.
Zahra’s arm immediately slipped up, cupping her breasts as she looked towards Zach, her lip trembling.