Blair didn't climb off him.
She stayed seated, cock still buried to the hilt in her overflowing, creamy pussy, letting the aftershocks ripple through both of them. Every tiny clench of her walls sent another thick dribble of his cum leaking out around his shaft, sliding down his balls and pooling on the already-drenched sheets. The broken side of the bed tilted them toward the damage like a drunk ship listing in a storm, but neither cared.
She leaned forward, tits pressing against his chest, pierced nipples dragging across his sweat-slick skin. Her lips hovered an inch from his.
"Feel that?" she whispered, voice hoarse and dripping with filthy satisfaction. "Your cum's so deep inside me I can feel it sloshing every time I breathe. Gonna keep it all in there. Gonna let it drip out of me for days."
Leo groaned, hips twitching involuntarily, pushing another weak spurt into her. His cock was hypersensitive—every flutter of her cunt felt like electric shocks—but it was already thickening again, swelling against her slick walls.
"Jesus, Blair… you're gonna kill me."
She smirked, slow and wicked. "Not yet. I want one more load before we break this fucking thing for good."
She lifted herself just enough to let his cock slip halfway out—coated in a glistening mix of her squirt, his cum, and her own arousal—then slammed back down hard. The impact made her ass cheeks ripple, made the mattress bounce, made another slat groan in warning.
"Fuck—yes—still so fucking full of you," she moaned, starting to ride again. This time slower, deeper, grinding her clit against him in filthy figure-eights. "Gonna milk you dry, baby brother. Gonna drain these big balls until they're empty."
Leo's hands flew back to her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh. He thrust up to meet her—hard, deliberate strokes that made her gasp every time he bottomed out.
"Goddamn, your pussy's so tight—still gripping me like a fucking vice even after two loads—"
"Because I love it," she hissed, nails raking down his pecs. "Love feeling you stretch me. Love feeling you throb inside me. Love knowing my little step-bro's cock is ruining me for every other dick."
She sat up fully, hands braced on his chest, riding him like she owned him. Her tits bounced with every drop—perfect, heavy, glistening with sweat. The nipple piercings caught the light every time she arched her back, throwing tiny flashes across the room.
Leo couldn't look away.
He reached up, grabbed one breast in each hand, squeezing hard. His thumbs flicked her pierced nipples, tugging the silver bars until she cried out—sharp, needy, desperate.
"Yes—fuck—pull them—make it hurt—"
He did. He pinched and twisted, just enough to make her pussy clamp down harder, flooding him with fresh slick. She threw her head back, red lips parted in a continuous moan.
"Harder—fuck me harder—wreck this cunt—make me scream your name—"
Leo snapped.
He sat up suddenly—ignoring the dangerous creak of the bed—and wrapped one arm around her waist, the other around her throat. Not choking—just holding, possessive, dominant. He flipped them in one brutal motion, pinning her beneath him on the tilted mattress.
The sudden shift made the frame shudder. Another slat cracked—loud, splintering—like gunfire in the quiet room.
Blair laughed through a moan—wild, euphoric.
"Fuck yes—take control—fuck me like you mean it—"
He did.
He hooked her legs over his shoulders, folding her in half, ass lifted off the bed. The new angle let him slam even deeper—cockhead battering her cervix with every punishing thrust. Her pussy made wet, filthy sucking sounds around him, cum and squirt frothing at the base of his shaft.
"Take it—take every fucking inch—you cock-hungry slut—"
"Yes—yes—yes—pound my pussy—breed me again—fill me up—make me leak for days—"
He fucked her like a man possessed—hard, fast, relentless. The headboard slammed the wall so violently a picture frame rattled off its hook and crashed to the floor. The broken bed tilted further; they were practically sliding toward the damage with every thrust.
Blair's hands flew to her own tits, pinching her nipples hard while she stared up at him with glassy, feral eyes.
"Cum in me—cum in your sister's sloppy, cum-stuffed cunt—do it—do it now—"
Leo's rhythm faltered—hips stuttering—balls drawing up tight.
"Blair—fuck—I'm—"
She locked her ankles behind his neck, pulling him deeper.
"Inside—give it to me—breed me—fucking breed me—"
He exploded with a guttural roar.
His cock pulsed violently, blasting rope after thick, hot rope straight against her womb. The volume was obscene—more than before, somehow—flooding her until her lower belly swelled slightly from the sheer amount. Excess cum bubbled out around his shaft, running in creamy rivers down her ass crack and soaking the sheets beneath them.
Blair came with him—screaming his name, body convulsing, pussy spasming so hard it nearly pushed him out. Another gush of squirt sprayed between them, drenching his abs, his thighs, the already-ruined bed.
At the peak of it—
CRACK-CRACK-SNAP.
Three more slats gave way in rapid succession.
The mattress dropped violently on one side, then the other—collapsing inward like a sinkhole. The entire frame buckled with a thunderous groan, wood splintering, metal brackets screeching. They both yelped—half-laughing, half-shocked—as the bed pancaked beneath them, dropping them a full foot onto the floor with a bone-rattling thud.
Leo landed on top of her, still buried balls-deep, cock twitching with aftershocks. Blair's legs were still wrapped around him, ankles locked, refusing to let go.
For several long seconds, neither moved.
Just panting. Sweating. Dripping.
Then Blair started laughing—low at first, then louder, wild and breathless.
"Holy shit," she gasped, clenching around him just to make him groan. "We actually killed it. The bed's fucking dead."
Leo lifted his head, dazed, grinning like an idiot.
"We… we broke the whole goddamn thing."
She reached up, cupped his face, pulled him down for a slow, filthy kiss—tongues lazy, tasting like sex and victory.
"Worth every slat," she murmured against his lips. "And look at you—still hard. Still leaking inside me."
He flexed his hips—slow, teasing—making her gasp.
"Guess we need a new bed," he rasped.
Blair's eyes darkened with fresh hunger.
"Guess we do." She rolled her hips beneath him, grinding his cock deeper into her cum-soaked pussy. "But first… round four. On the floor. Let's see how loud we can make Sasha wake up."
From down the hall came the faint sound of a door creaking open.
Sasha's sleepy, amused voice drifted through the wall.
"You two done murdering furniture yet? Or should I bring the strap-on and join the party?"
Leo and Blair looked at each other.
Grinned.
"Round four it is," Blair purred.
She clenched hard around him.
And the night was far from over.