sadly, she graduated from attackers and the become kikatan (not exclusive artist in one studio)
dadaserfu
7 days ago
I’ve always had this thing with my sister, Ria. She’s older—25 to my 22—gorgeous, with those big breasts she flaunts like she owns the world. Growing up, she was the bossy one, always talking back, thinking she could run the house just because Mom and Dad spoiled her. But I had something on her, something big. A few years back, I stumbled across an old adult video online—low-budget, grainy, but there she was, Ria, doing things she’d never admit to. I kept it quiet, waiting for the right moment. Then one day, she pushed me too far—snapped at me over some stupid chore—and I snapped back. “You don’t want people to know you were in an adult video, right?” Her face went white, and I knew I had her. She’s never disobeyed me since. I started small—making her cook, clean—but then I got bold. I handed her a maid outfit, that frilly black-and-white thing I’d stashed away, and told her to put it on. She glared, but she did it, her cheeks burning as she stood there, all dolled up for me. It didn’t stop there—I pushed her further, made her serve me in ways that video never showed. Creampie… Read more »
sadly, she graduated from attackers and the become kikatan (not exclusive artist in one studio)
I’ve always had this thing with my sister, Ria. She’s older—25 to my 22—gorgeous, with those big breasts she flaunts like she owns the world. Growing up, she was the bossy one, always talking back, thinking she could run the house just because Mom and Dad spoiled her. But I had something on her, something big. A few years back, I stumbled across an old adult video online—low-budget, grainy, but there she was, Ria, doing things she’d never admit to. I kept it quiet, waiting for the right moment. Then one day, she pushed me too far—snapped at me over some stupid chore—and I snapped back. “You don’t want people to know you were in an adult video, right?” Her face went white, and I knew I had her. She’s never disobeyed me since. I started small—making her cook, clean—but then I got bold. I handed her a maid outfit, that frilly black-and-white thing I’d stashed away, and told her to put it on. She glared, but she did it, her cheeks burning as she stood there, all dolled up for me. It didn’t stop there—I pushed her further, made her serve me in ways that video never showed. Creampie… Read more »