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 he ran away because he was afraid he wouldn't be able to escape after the funeral, that his heart would weaken. As if knowing his intentions, his heavy glans slammed against his colon, silencing him. “Agh!” His abdominal muscles, the dense inner muscles forming his inner walls, and even his eyelids twitched violently. As his pale, slender toes fanned out like a fan and then curled back in, he felt every movement of his 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.” H...