All Chapters of The Desire of My Fourth Stepsisters: Chapter 11
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Maya : Suck In The Car
"Morning, Dad. What's up? Maurel said you were looking for me," I asked, keeping my voice smooth, casual, and polite as fuck. My dad set his coffee cup down on the saucer, then looked up at me with a warm smile. "Oh, Bima. Yeah, I need you to do me a favor. You don't have any college classes or important plans today, right?" "No, Dad. My schedule is completely clear today," I replied, fixing the collar of my polo. "Perfect timing then," Dad said, nodding his head with satisfaction. "I need you to accompany Maya to the bookstore today. She needs to buy some new reference books for her college assignments, but the house driver is busy running errands for your mother." Hearing Maya’s name, my eyes reflexively darted over to the end of the dining table. Maya was sitting there quietly, holding a glass of warm milk. The exact second our eyes locked, she flashed me a faint, incredibly sweet smile. Her cheeks flushed red, and her dazed eyes were sparkling with pure excitement, like
Maya : Dirty Mouth
I fought with everything I had to grip the steering wheel with my hands, which were starting to break out in a cold sweat. My eyes were glued straight to the asphalt of the empty community road, but my entire focus and consciousness were completely dragged down beneath the dashboard. Maya’s dirty-ass play—kneeling in the legroom and eating my dick—was severely testing the absolute limits of my self-control. "*Mhhmm... slurp... ahh...*" Maya made an incredibly wet, intense sucking sound, wrapping her agile tongue around my fully hardened shaft. My head tilted back slightly, resting against the driver's seat as my breathing went completely out of whack. "May... hold on, May... *shhh*... we're almost out of the complex," I whispered in a raspy voice, trying to hold back the crazy surge of lust bubbling up in my gut. Maya didn't slow down her pace for a single fucking second. Instead, she took my dick even deeper into her warm throat, making the grip of her mouth feel tighter as she m
Linda : Sleeping At My Room
"Oh, Anita. It's just you," I said in a casual, polite tone, letting some of the tension drain from my shoulders. Anita didn't answer right away. Her eyes were still locked onto Maya’s fingers, which were wrapped tightly around the right sleeve of my polo shirt. She crossed her arms over her chest, waiting for my answer while tapping the tip of her shoe impatiently against the floor. I cleared my throat slightly, shifting my body so we were standing on even ground. "Anita, this is Maya, my stepsister. And Maya, this is Anita, my classmate back from college." Maya slowly let go of my arm. She stepped forward, extending her right hand with an incredibly warm, polite smile. "Hi, Claire Anita. I'm Maya." Anita reached out, taking Maya's hand with a somewhat stiff nod. "Hi, Maya. I'm Anita, Bima's classmate." After the brief introduction and some awkward small talk about the thick textbooks Anita was looking for for her internship, the vibe grew even more uncomfortable. I decide
Linda : Still Want Me!
My consistent rubbing for a few minutes slowly made her pussy start producing its natural juices, getting incredibly wet and slick against my fingers. No longer able to handle the burning lust throbbing inside my pants, I backed off slightly. Moving smoothly, I yanked my jeans and underwear down, letting them fall completely onto the mattress. I positioned myself right behind her back again. I lined up the head of my fully erect, thick, veiny cock, rubbing it against her wet, juicy pussy lips first. Once the track felt completely lubed up, I gave a slow but solid shove forward, sliding my huge dick all the way inside her tight, narrow hole. The exact second our organs locked perfectly together, Linda let out a loud moan while slowly cracking her eyes open. She threw her head back, looking at my face with heavy, dazed eyes clouded by pure lust, before flashing an incredibly sexy, surrendered smile. "AAAhhh... Bima... mhhgtt... it's all the way in," Linda rasped under her breath,
Anita : Invitation Desire
In the afternoon, I was already looking sharp in a casual black shirt and a pair of clean jeans. The subtle scent of masculine cologne drifted from my body. I stepped out of my room and started heading down the stairs one by one. As I looked over at the living room, I saw Maurel chilling on the long sofa while playing on her smartphone.Maurel looked up, noticing the sound of my footsteps. Her eyes scanned my outfit from head to toe. "Damn, looking sharp, Bima. Where are you heading this late in the afternoon?" she asked.I stopped at the bottom of the stairs, shoving both hands into my pants pockets. "Just heading out for a bit, May. Got plans to meet up with a close friend from campus, just a little business to talk about," I replied in a casual and polite tone.Maurel set her phone down on the glass table, then propped her chin up with her hand, giving me a probing look. "Going all by yourself? Not taking Maya or anyone else?""Yeah, I'm just going alone," I said with a slight nod.
Anita : Caught in the act
Berikut adalah hasil terjemahan kelanjutannya dengan gaya bahasa Inggris yang luwes, santai, raw, vulgar, dan sangat eksplisit:I stared at Anita's fingers, which were still actively moving across the thigh of my jeans. Slowly, I let go of all self-control and the hesitation that had been holding me back. I leaned my face forward, catching the back of her neck with my right palm, and instantly locked her lips in a deep, demanding kiss.Anita let out a muffled groan within the tangle of our lips. Both of her hands immediately moved up, gripping the shoulders of my casual shirt tight as fuck. Our tongues intertwined, swapping spit in a rhythm that kept getting faster and heavier. The scent of her vanilla perfume mixed with the smell of my heating body, filling my nose.I lowered my left hand, sliding it slowly down the curve of her slim waist, then slipped it inside her loose cloth shorts. My warm palm landed right on top of her pussy mound, which was wrapped in thin underwear. Just as
Farida : She's Want Too
"You disrespectful girl, Anita!" her mother barked, breathing heavily, her eyes glaring at our still completely naked bodies.My heart dropped as Anita and I panicked, frantically pulling the bedsheet over our sweat-drenched skin.I instantly went limp, pulling out roughly from between Anita's thighs as I scrambled back toward the corner of the mattress."Mom... it’s not what it looks like!" Anita squealed, her voice trembling as she clutched the sheet tightly against her chest.The middle-aged woman—Mrs. Farida—stepped inside with a piercing, murderous glare before slamming the door locked behind her.She stood at the foot of the bed, staring down at my torn shirt and underwear scattered across the floor."Not what it looks like?!" Mrs. Farida snapped, her voice low yet dripping with cold intimidation. "You're offering yourself up to this boy in my own house!"I swallowed hard, reaching down to grab my jeans from the floor without daring to meet her fierce, striking face.Even in her
Farida : Give me Too
"Nnnggh... Bima, slow down a bit, honey..." Mrs. Farida groaned, arching her chest as my lips devoured her smooth neck.I ignored her teasing. My right hand squeezed her firm, voluptuous hip while my left slid aside the black lace panties still clinging to her body.Her center was already dripping wet, warm, and thick with long-repressed desire.Without wasting a second, I flipped Mrs. Farida around onto all fours on the bed, presenting her shapely rear right before my eyes."Bima... ahhh, you want to take me from behind right away?" Mrs. Farida whispered, glancing back with heavy, lust-clouded eyes.I took hold of my throbbing shaft, aligned it with her flushed folds, and drove my hips forward in one full thrust.PLUNGE!"AAAHHH! Fuck... that's so deep, Bima!" Mrs. Farida screamed hysterically, her fingers digging tightly into the sheet as I penetrated deep into her tight, warm walls.Her tightness was completely different from Anita's, forcing me to catch my breath for a second to s
Bima : Can't Go Home
The door creaked open as Anita stepped inside hesitantly. Her feet froze right at the threshold, her eyes widening in sheer shock at the scene before her. Her mother’s black underwear was strewn across the floor, while Mrs. Farida lay comfortably on the bed without a stitch of clothing, leaning against the pillow with a sheen of sweat lingering on her skin. I remained kneeling beside her, stark naked, my breath still trying to catch up."Come here, Anita. Closer," Mrs. Farida commanded in a relaxed yet authoritative tone.Anita walked over, her face flushed crimson, her hands wringing the hem of her shirt. "Mom... why are you naked like this? You and Bima..." Anita choked back her words, unable to finish the sentence from the sheer shock."Don't ask questions. Now, service Bima again just like you did earlier," Mrs. Farida said without a second thought, pointing at me."Huh?! No way, Mom! I'm embarrassed with you watching..." Anita refused quickly, shaking her head vigorously, a look
Anita : Daddy's Come Home
Mrs. Farida's threat was no joke. The grip on my wrist felt incredibly tight, locking down my body that was already completely drained without a shred of energy left. Beside me, Anita lay passed out from sheer exhaustion, her breathing soft and steady on the messy pillow."But ma'am... I have important business tomorrow," I whispered, trying to make an excuse, though my voice sounded pitiful and completely powerless.Mrs. Farida simply let out a low laugh, a laugh so crisp and saturated with dominance. She crawled even closer, pressing her warm, smooth chest right against mine as it still rose and fell heavily. Her manicured, red-tipped fingers moved leisurely, caressing my chest and stomach slicked with sweat."What business could possibly be more important than satisfying two women at once, hm?" Mrs. Farida whispered right in front of my lips, her warm vanilla breath caressing my face. "Tonight you belong to us, Bima. No excuses, no negotiations."I could only sigh in resignation. B