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=Zalvek= [Sister's Boyfriend] =Duragon=

"Hmmm? Yes, come in."

Potur's room was a rather plain one, with just a queen bed and her desk. She tended to be a neat person in general, but not so much today as was evident by the bra and matching panties lying on the ground. She easily feigned ignorance while blinking and replying, "Fallen asleep? That's not like her at all... usually she's so very energetic and alive... How odd."
 
He looked around, being careful not to touch anything. He spotted some of her underwear on the ground and chuckled quietly. "You said your name was Potur. Right? I can't help but feel dirty now. I don't want to be the boyfriend of a girl who screws with tons of boys."
 
Potur smiled and softly patted the side of her bed, beckoning him to sit there if he desired to do so. When she made that comment, she softly laughed and also made those lips into the sweetest of pouts as she asked, "Aw... when you say it like that, you make me sound so unappealing..."
 
Vince moved closer to her and sat beside her on her bed. "No, that's not what I meant. You're very beautiful. I'd be surprised if you didn't have a boyfriend or anything. I just really wasn't expecting it from Nebila. The few times we have slept together, she has taken overwhelming control, so it does make sense, since she knows exactly what she's doing." His eyes narrowed as they descended to her breasts and sort of stayed there for a while.
 
Potur smiled warmly at Vincent while her eyes carefully pierced his own. Again her strong front of having large breasts had paid off, and she was able to take control of him easily, since his eyes seemed quite fixated on that region and had no intentions of moving it seemed. Ah how simple it was to seduce men with just a strut of the hips, and a slight sign of affection. "Hm... Forceful is it? I can't say I'm surprised that she's like that in bed, considering how angry she is outside of the bedroom."
 
Vincent's eyes rose up to hers at last, shutting tightly after realizing that there was no way that she didn't see him gawking at her chest.

"I really don't know what to do... My family's very wealthy... and I'm not the type of guy to date dozens of girls... I really would like to settle down quickly and focus on our relationship..." He sighed, just wanting to sink his face in her marvellous funbags just for comfort.

"I really thought Nebila was the one..."
 
She wasn't going to act offended or anything of the sort. No, she was far too used to people gawking at her in such a manner. She simply smiled at him and gave a listening ear. Potur thought for a moment on how to respond to such actions, before finding an excellent tangent to go off of. Her lips went pouty as they tended to do, as she came closer and wrapper her arms around him warmly. It was the embrace that a mother would often give to a worried child. "Tch... I'm sorry you've fallen for my sister's plot... It's not fair to happen to someone like you..."
 
There wasn't an ounce of doubt or worry in Vincent's mind, the girl was absolutely gorgeous and this simple action almost forced an intesne erection. "P-Potur... I... don't know what I should do... She... she was my first..." He was becoming mesmerised by her breath, her lips and cheeks. He could already picture his cock between those plump lips, or her nails digging onto his back as she moaned his name aloud as her slut sister slept.
 
It was his first time as well?! Oh, Potur certainly did have a lucky catch with this one... she would be more than eager to let him know all the secrets and wonders of sex. Considering her sister probably was doing every thing wrong in bed, she'd get her chance to let him know what sex was really like... "I can't believe her... such a sweet boy shouldn't be spending his time with a tramp like my sister..." A hand went to softly stroke his fine hair, which was surprisingly soft to the touch.
 
Vincent was slowly falling into the mood. It was becoming difficult to avoid or deny it. Her soft fingertips felt through his hair, his eyes closing as she did so. He wanted to speak, say something witty, leading or even sex, but all he wanted was for her to keep going. Vince was far from stupid, but he wasn't sure where Potur wanted this to go. His silver-blue eyes watched her from behind his lens, his hands thinking about making contact with her skin.
 
After a few moments, it was clear enough that Vincent wasn't going to make any first moves himself. If she wanted to get into his pants, she would have to do it herself. "Hmmm... I want to help make things better for you Vincent. Would you like me to make you feel better...?" Still, she would have to be subtle about it, no matter how much she wanted to chain him up and yank his pants off right now.
 
Vincent's eyes widened a bit. "Are... you serious?" He asked quietly. "Your sister and I... just... recently..." He made somewhat of a valid point. Nebila and he were just screwing the night before. However her words sent a clear message through to him, that even if it was for a moment, Potur was thinking about the same thing he was, and it set him solid. "I don't know what to do... I hardly know you... but I can't deny that... well... you really are driving me nuts right now..."
 
It seemed that finally the boy understood what she wanted from him and pulled away from the hug, looking at him straight in the eyes. "Yes, I know what you've done with her, and I think that a man shouldn't have an experience like that, being told what to do." She smiled softly before bringing her own head down to his shoulder and nuzzling softly against his neck, "... It should be consensual, with a hint of amor in the air..." It was wonderful to be able to take over his senses with just a touch. Immediately it seemed his mind was cleared and concerned with getting closer to her now.
 
Vincent closed his eyes, feeling the contact and taking in her aphrodesiac of a scent. "Potur..." He called quietly, his hands finally moving to grab hold of her shoulders. The silver-haired youth licked the center of his bottom lip with the very tip of his tongue, leaning towards her as his eyes closed, his lips preparing and hoping for a smooth transition.
 
Potur wasn't cruel enough to possibly deny him a kiss in that manner. She smirked softly to herself as she brought her own lips closer, but let it dissipate when their lips made contact. The lip balm on her lips had the subtle scent of cherry wafting up into his nasal passages as she moaned every so softly into his mouth. "...Mmm..."
 
Vincent's slick, long and thick tongue could no longer contain itself in his own mouth. During a heavy breath, Vince's tongue quickly slithered into hers as his hands eased their grip on her shoulders, his eyes held closed as he inched closer.
 
Potur let her lips open so that his tongue could freely play inside as he wished. Her own eyes hovered open and gazed softly at Vincent. It really did seem like he was inexperienced at this, in a cute kind of way. With a soft purr, her hands shifted until they were resting on his hips.
 
Vince's eyes opened moments later as his lips pulled away from hers. "You can tell me how horrible a kisser I am." He said with a timid smile. He removed his glasses, a better view of his eyes now exposed as he unbuttoned a few buttons from his shirt. He tilted his head and kissed her neck, nuzzling onto her flesh. Silently and without permission, Potur's sister's boyfriend brushed his fingertips over her breasts, seconds later capturing them at full grope with his whole hands.
 
Potur let here eyes "open" as she smiled seductively before replying, "Mmm... It's fine. Your lips are rather delicious you know..." She giggled softly before her eyes wandered to the softly revealed chest. It certainly was well shaped. She was surprised when Vincent's hand moved and grabbed at her breast. Still, it was good that he was eager. Softly she chucked before pulling his hands away for a moment. "Let me make that a bit easier for you..." Ever so slowly her hands moved to the zipper of her shirt, before pulling it down slowly...
 
"Thanks..." He said nervously, his entire expression a bit worried. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to grope you like..." He paused and watched her zip down, her beautiful mounds covered now but by only a thin red cloth. His needing hands didn't remain idle as long as he thought as they quickly continued to fondle her with some roughness to it. "They're huge..." He brought his face a bit closer to them, kissing the flesh atop and pressing his face against her warm breasts.
 
"No need to apologize... Just take it at your own pace." She smiled and as her jacket fell to the bedside, and proudly jutted her face in front of the boy. "Touch them, feel them, kiss them..." She was glad though that Vincent started already without giving any notification to do so. At least he was eager! "Mmm... Thank you, I'm quite proud of them. Nebila's weren't nearly as big as these, were they?" She always made sure to bring that up whenever she got the chance to do so.
 
"No they weren't..." He said, his lips pressed against her cleavage. "Your sister is like a child compared to you. I can't believe I'm talking like this..." He smiled, "I'm so nervous, and my dick feel like it's about to burst from how stiff I feel." His hands pressed her large tits together until he decided to move under her top and attempt to just let the breasts fully expose themselves.
 
Oh those words of his were like music to her... Potur smirked to herself again for a moment before feeling that music fill her even more so to the point of pure bliss. Hearing new boys talk like that was just so enticing... She loved it so much. "Hm... we should do something about it then, shouldn't we?" Before that though, she moved her hands up to undo her bra that was keeping his hands away from fully grabbing her large mounds of flesh. With that done her hand wandered down to his pants before pulling down on his zipper to let his member out.
 
Vince's eyes watched her breasts expose themselves, "Holy..." They were every bit as succulant as he had hoped since the moment he noticed her. Once his zipper was down, his cock pushed roughtly against the cloth of his boxers, Vincent smirking in some humiliation. His hands pressed against her breasts, pushed them together and jiggled them to his liesure. A boy like him would be able to play with a great pair of tits like hers for hours. He shuffled lightly, tugging down the elastic of his underwear before his prick was finally let out to breathe. He tried not to seem nervous, but it was obvious that there was only one other girl who had seen his cock that way. "Nebila hadn't gotten me this hard... and we have only kissed and touched."
 
Ah, his reaction was just as expected, and Potur loved it. She gave him a coy look before idly running her fingers up the cloth of Vincent's boxers until he let it down and her hands took a firm grasp of the shaft before stroking him slowly. "Mmm... it really is hard...! I'm glad I excite you that much..." She chucked softly to herself while enjoying the sensation of having her breasts toyed with. It was wonderful to see him so drawn to her breasts now.
 
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