My brother's fire burned within me. That night, fueled by alcohol, I stormed into his house. His wife was wearing a thin nightgown, her large breasts barely concealed. She didn't resist; instead, she swayed her hips to meet me. I ripped open her shirt, kneading her full breasts, and she bit her lip, moaning. I made her kneel on the sofa and thrust into her from behind, her cunt pounding wildly. She turned to look at me, her eyes glazed, crying out, "Harder!" I fucked her hundreds of times, making her squirt, and finally pulled out my penis, ejaculating all over her wanton face. She licked her lips, smiling both slutty and seductive. My brother's fire had burned to ashes.
