Addicted Sister-in-Law

“You’ll at least stay for our brother’s funeral. If you did, I wouldn’t hate you this much, sister-in-law.” He was planning to lie, saying she ran away because she was afraid she wouldn't be able to escape after the funeral, that her heart would weaken. As if knowing his intentions, his heavy glans slammed against her colon, silencing her. “Agh!” Her abdominal muscles, the dense inner muscles forming her inner walls, and even her eyelids twitched violently. As her pale, slender toes fanned out like a fan and then curled back in, she felt every movement of her sensitized inner flesh clinging to his massive cock. “But it’s not too late. Sister-in-law. Start acting like a sister-in-law now...