Right, after she sunk down, on her little brother's cock.
For a moment, Annabelle didn't move.
She just breathed.
Letting it settle.
Letting both of them feel it — the full, obscene connection, the taboo pulse of being joined again where no one else could ever reach.
Her walls rippled once around him; involuntary, possessive — and a single tear slipped free, tracking down her cheek before she could blink it away.
Yet, she smiled.
Radiant. Soft, and filled with something deeper.
Then she began to move.
"My little brother's finally home… where he belongs."
Her words; soft, filthy, tender- combined with the slow roll of her hips, sent a sharp wave of sensation through him, pulling a rough sound from his throat.
"Augh—"
It didn't last. The sound was immediately muffled, swallowed by Eva's pussy as she rolled her hips again, pressing herself harder against his mouth.
