Your Sister And Her Lesbian Lover

Helen brought Sebrina home late one night, no explanation—just a sharp, “She’s staying,” before locking the bedroom door. By morning, Sebrina’s lingerie was draped over the chair, heels under the bed, her scent already clinging to the sheets.

That night, the noise started—moans sharp and breathless, the bed pounding the wall in a steady rhythm. Sebrina’s laugh cut through it between gasps, and Helen only seemed to get louder, like they wanted the whole house to hear.

Many nights later, Sebrina was still at the house, the same shenanigans happening nightly.

Helen was flat on her back, one hand tangled in Sebrina’s hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise. Her cold, sharp gaze never wavered, even as her breath quickened. Sebrina straddled her, kissing her like she wanted to steal the air from her lungs—messy, wet, and greedy. Her hands roamed everywhere at once, sliding under Helen’s shirt, dragging nails down her sides, then cupping her through the thin fabric just to hear that low hiss she loved.

Helen’s lips curled into a faint, dangerous smirk, but she didn’t stop Sebrina from grinding down against her thigh. Sheets twisted around them as Sebrina broke the kiss only to trail her mouth down Helen’s neck, biting hard enough to leave marks.

Their bodies pressed flush, the sound of skin on skin and ragged breathing filling the room as they moved together, tangled and relentless, lost in each other. Then becoming more and more heated and feral until hair was being pulled, and fingers bitten. Both girls were topless, with their thongs still clinging to their hips. Helen, being unusually dominant, was grinding on Sebrinas ass as Sebrina bit her fingers