Momo Mogami: Ruined by Stepbrother’s Cock. Momo Mogami wasn’t exactly innocent. She was a self-proclaimed party girl, someone who knew her way around pleasure and had definitely racked up a triple-digit body count when it came to lovers. But even with all that experience, nothing could have prepared her for the forbidden thrill that came with her stepbrother.
It started with a single slip-up, a taboo taste of something she shouldn’t have. One encounter with her older stepbrother’s impressive manhood, and Momo was hooked. It wasn’t just good, it was mind-blowing, addictive. Suddenly, the rules didn’t seem to matter so much anymore.
Soon, her stepbrother’s visits became solely about one thing: sex. He’d show up at the house with that look in his eye, and Momo knew exactly what was coming. It was often immediate, starting right at the entrance. He wouldn’t even wait to get inside before pulling her close, his hands already working, his cock hard and insistent. A quick, hot session of deepthroat right there, followed by a messy load down her throat.
Even when Momo tried to get a moment to herself, to wash away the evidence of their illicit encounters, he’d find her. Stepping into the shower she thought was a sanctuary, she’d find him right behind her, pulling her back against him. More fellatio under the hot spray, slick and desperate, leading to more raw, unprotected sex. It was relentless.
He even started bringing gifts – not flowers or chocolates, but lingerie. Lacy, barely-there pieces that he’d insist she put on. And just seeing her in them, the way they hugged her curves, sent him – and her – spiraling all over again. Back to the bedroom they’d go, tumbling onto the sheets for round after round of intense, come-drenched sex. He’d pound into her, deeper and harder each time, filling her up until she was bursting.
The pleasure was undeniable, the kind that made her head spin and her body tremble. But it was also becoming too much. “Stop… please stop!” she’d gasp, her voice strained, her nails digging into his back. “I can’t… I’m so sore down there!” Her body was screaming for a break, raw and overused, but even through the pain, a part of her, a deeply corrupted part, was already craving the next time he’d ruin her all over again.
