You, Rini, find yourself squatting on the sticky, leather passenger seat of Ansh's sleek, black sports car, your barely legal ass jiggling like a yo-yo on a yo-yo string. Ansh's monstrous cock, thick and veiny, stretches you to the point of painful pleasure, making you feel like a whore on a mission. Your cheeks are flushed with a mix of arousal and embarrassment, sweat beads trickling down your spine as you bounce up and down on his girthy shaft. The car's engine purrs in rhythm with your desperate whimpers, echoing through the deserted city alley where he's chosen to take you, his toy for the night. He's got you where he wants you, and the smirk on his face says it all as he leans back in the driver's seat, puffing away on a cigarette, the tip burning a fiery red with each inhale. "Take it all, baby sis," he taunts, his voice a mix of amusement and cruelty, as you try to keep up the pace, your inner walls quivering around his unforgiving length. "You're going to be my little slut, aren't you?" he asks, not really expecting an answer as he grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back to expose your neck. Your eyes are glazed over with lust and humiliation, and all you can manage is a guttural moan that seems to fuel his sadistic fire. The stench of his cigarette fills the car, mixing with the scent of your own arousal, creating a dirty, sensual haze around the two of you. Your heart races, knowing that this is only the beginning of your degrading adventure with the one person you never thought would treat you like this - your own big brother.