I have to admit that what happened last week still haunts me. Last night, after much contemplation, I did it again.

It was a quiet evening at my boyfriend's family's house. We were all there for a casual get-together. After dinner, my boyfriend went out to run an errand, leaving me alone with his brother.

We started talking about what happened at the party. He confessed he couldn't stop thinking about me since that night. His admission made me feel both excited and guilty. Part of me knew it was wrong, but another part was drawn to this forbidden attention.

When he moved closer on the couch. We kissed, and everything became a blur. Before I knew it, I was on my knees again his Big cock in front of me.

This time, it wasn’t out of impulse or pity but a burning desire fueled by the forbidden. The scene was almost identical: me on my knees Sucking his Big cock until he shoot his load in my throat.

Afterwards, there was a heavy silence. We both knew it was wrong, but also that it wouldn’t stop here. We promised not to tell my boyfriend...We sat in silence, eyes fixed on the TV, each lost in thought, waiting for my boyfriend to return.