Blair didn't give the broken bed a second thought.
She simply rolled her hips again—slow, deliberate, torturously teasing—making Leo's oversensitive cock twitch inside her still-clenching, cum-filled pussy. The fresh load he'd just pumped deep into her womb leaked out in thick, creamy rivulets every time she lifted, only to be smeared back in when she sank down. The wet, obscene squelch filled the room like porn audio turned up to eleven.
"Fuck, you're still so hard," she purred, voice wrecked from screaming but dripping with satisfaction. Her inner walls fluttered around him, milking him greedily even though he'd just exploded. "Didn't even go soft. Good boy. Big, thick, step-brother cock just begging for round two."
Leo's hands were still locked on her ass—fingers digging into the soft, jiggling flesh hard enough to leave white imprints that would bloom into bruises by morning. He could feel the heat radiating from her skin, the way her pussy lips gripped the base of his shaft like they never wanted to let go.
"Blair… the bed—" he rasped, half-laughing, half-groaning as she ground her clit against his pubic bone in filthy little circles.
"The bed can fuck off," she snarled playfully, leaning down to bite the side of his neck—hard enough to sting, not hard enough to break skin. "We're not done until I've drained every last drop out of these heavy balls." She reached back, cupping them in one manicured hand, rolling them gently while she rocked on his cock. "Feel how full they still are? All for me. All for your big sister's greedy cunt."
She sat up straighter, arching her back so her perfect tits thrust forward—nipple piercings glinting in the low bedroom light. She grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head, using her body weight to keep him trapped while she started riding him again.
This time there was no slow build.
She slammed down hard—ass cheeks clapping loudly against his thighs, pussy swallowing him to the root with every brutal drop. The broken slat groaned ominously beneath them; the mattress tilted further, forcing Leo's hips to angle upward and hit even deeper inside her.
"Fuck—yes—right there—pound that spot—fuck my cervix, Leo—make it hurt so good—"
Her moans turned into sharp, desperate cries—high-pitched and filthy. Every downward thrust sent her tits bouncing wildly; sweat flew off her skin in tiny droplets. Leo thrust up to meet her, slamming into her sopping wet heat with enough force to make her whole body jolt.
"Take it—take my cock, you filthy slut—milk me dry—"
"Yes—yes—breed me again—fill your sister's pussy—cum in me, Leo—cum in me!"
The headboard slammed the wall in frantic rhythm—thud-thud-thud-thud—like someone was trying to break into the next room. Another slat cracked with a sharp splintering sound. The mattress dropped another few inches on the damaged side, tilting them both precariously.
Blair didn't care. She laughed through her moans—wild, breathless, euphoric—and rode him harder.
"Gonna squirt again—fuck—gonna soak you—gonna drown this cock—"
Leo felt it building—the telltale flutter of her walls, the way her clit swelled against him, the sudden gush of fresh slick coating his balls. He released her wrists and grabbed her hips instead, yanking her down onto him with bruising force as he pistoned up into her.
"Cum for me—squirt all over my dick—show me how much you love getting fucked by your little brother—"
She shattered.
Her scream was raw—animalistic—tearing out of her throat as her pussy clamped down like a velvet fist and a hot, pressurized jet of squirt exploded around his cock. It sprayed across his stomach, his chest, even hitting his chin in messy arcs. The sheets were instantly drenched; the broken bed creaked and groaned like it was begging for mercy.
Leo couldn't hold back.
He roared—deep, guttural—hips snapping up one final time as he unloaded again. Thick, hot ropes of cum blasted straight against her cervix, flooding her already overflowing pussy until it bubbled out around his shaft in frothy white cream. Pulse after pulse, he kept cumming, filling her until her belly looked subtly bloated from the sheer volume.
Blair collapsed forward onto his chest, both of them panting, slick with sweat and squirt and cum. His cock was still buried inside her, twitching with aftershocks, plugging her full so nothing could escape.
For a long moment, the only sounds were their ragged breathing and the occasional drip-drip-drip of fluids hitting the ruined sheets.
Then Blair lifted her head, lips swollen and glossy, eyes glassy with bliss.
She grinned—slow, wicked, utterly satisfied.
"Two down," she whispered, clenching around him just to make him groan. "How many slats do you think are left?"
Leo laughed—hoarse, wrecked, euphoric.
"Enough for at least one more round," he rasped, already hardening again inside her dripping heat.
Blair's eyes darkened with fresh hunger.
She rolled her hips—slow, filthy, deliberate.
"Then let's break the fucking thing completely."
She kissed him—deep, dirty, tasting like wine and sex and sin—and started riding again.
The bed creaked its final warnings.
Neither of them listened.