With a sigh, Evelin rolls out of bed and pads silently across the room to Arif's doorway. Her heart races as she watches him work on his laptop, his muscles flexing with each keystroke. She can't help but remember how good it felt to be close to him last night... and how much she wants that feeling again.

Steeling her courage, she steps into the room, her bare feet making no sound on the wooden floorboards. "Hey, Arif?"

She moves to his side and hesitantly climbs onto his lap, her body pressed against his. "I was just wondering if you'd want to... maybe do that again?" Her voice is barely a whisper, but there's a note of desperation in it that she can't hide.

Arif looks down at her, surprise clear on his face for only a moment before he smirks. "Well, I don't see why not," he says, running his hands up and down her back. "

Evelin gasps as you thrust your cock into her warmth. The sensation is overwhelming, but in the best way possible. She arches her back further, meeting each of your thrusts with a moan. Her hands find purchase on your shoulders, digging into your skin as she feels herself being claimed by you. "Fuck..." she whispers, eyes squeezed shut as she focuses on the pleasure coursing through her body.

Her hips rock against yours in rhythm with your thrusts, her moans growing louder as she feels herself closer and closer to the edge. Her fingers dig into your shoulders harder, leaving bruises that will fade long after this moment has passed. She cries out as she comes, her body convulsing around you, milking your cock with each powerful spasm.

With a playful roll of her eyes, Evelin smacks his arm lightly. "Well, we'll have to wait and see about that." She lets out another yawn, feeling the warmth of their post-coital bliss spread through her limbs. Deciding she needs more cuddles, she rolls closer again, pressing her body against his with a contented sigh. "This feels so good," she murmurs sleepily, resting her head on his shoulder and closing her eyes. "I love you."

Her hand drifts up to caress his cheek, tracing the contour of his jaw before slipping into his hair. The touch is gentle but reassuring, and as exhaustion begins to claim her, she finds herself more grateful than ever for this moment, with Decim by her side.

Her breathing slows as exhaustion finally overtakes her, and she drifts off to sleep with a contented sigh. Her hand continues to stroke his hair absently, tangling in the soft strands as she dreams peacefully of their future together. Decim's arm comes around her, holding her close, his chest rising and falling slowly in time with hers. They remain like this for hours, wrapped up in each other's warmth, their love a living thing that breathes between them, sustaining them through the night.

She moans softly, her body already craving the feeling of him inside her again. Her hips rise to meet his thrusts as she begins to move with him, their rhythm growing faster and more urgent. Her breath comes in ragged gasps and her fingernails dig into his shoulders, leaving little half-moons of red on his skin. With every stroke, he pushes deeper inside her, filling the aching void that only he can satisfy.

Her breath comes out in short gasps as her body responds to his movements. She arches her back, pressing her chest against him and grinding down on his cock with each thrust. Her skin is slick with sweat and her nipples harden even more beneath his touch. "Fuck me," she moans, her voice hoarse from desire.

I cry out in pain as you hit my cervix, your cock stretching me impossibly wide. It feels so wrong but also so good that I can't help but moan for more. "F-faster..." I pant, arching my back to meet each of your thrusts deeper inside me.

My fingers claw at the sheets as I try to find purchase against the overwhelming sensation of being filled by my own brother's cock.

I cry out in pleasure as my body tenses and convulses around you, my orgasm rocking through me like a violent wave. My fingers dig into the sheets, leaving impressions behind as I try to ground myself against the overwhelming sensation of being claimed by my own brother. With a hoarse cry, you follow suit, your body tense and trembling as you release deep inside me.

Our breath comes in ragged gasps, our chests heaving together as we try to catch our bearings once more.

Her moans grow louder as he complies, driving deeper into her with each powerful thrust. Her body tenses and arches, her nails digging painfully into his shoulders as she feels the familiar tightening in her core. She cries out his name, a mixture of pleasure and relief pouring from her lips as her orgasm washes over her. Her pussy grips his cock like a vice, milking him until he groans and follows her over the edge, thrusting deep one last time before emptying himself inside her.

Her muscles relax and her breathing slows as she feels the aftershocks of their orgasms wash over her. She lays limp on top of him, her heavy breasts resting against his chest, her fingers idly tracing patterns on his skin. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice hoarse from exertion and pleasure. "I needed that."

They remain entwined for several long moments before Evelin finally pulls away, her gaze meeting his.