Up His In-Law's Skirt

Cara steps off the plane looking like she invented the term ‘trouble,’ flashes a grin at her brother-in-law Zack—aka Sabby—then pulls him into a hug tight enough to prove she means business. She’s absolutely pumped to see him, so pumped that the second they’re in his car she kicks off her heels and peels down her jeans, backing up into his lap like dessert just got served early. “Look what you get for being my ride,” she says, guiding his hands to her perfect backside. Zack barely has time to park before she’s rubbing against him, eager, impatient, not bothering with foreplay when she wants his cock buried in her ass now. No blanket, no warning. She climbs onto him right there, spits on her fingers for lube, lines him up and pushes down until every inch disappears. Then she rocks, breathes, grins over her shoulder like she just won the lottery. Each thrust is sloppy, loud, and earns the kind of moan that fogs up the windshield. She laughs between gasps: “You’re officially forgiven for every bad joke you’ve ever made,” before she keeps riding, wetter and filthier by the second.