Christ, the idea just detonated in my head—I wanted to fuck Kerry right there. Mitt could watch. Let him see. Hell, I wanted him to hear everything—her breath catching, the desperate sounds slipping out of her, the wet slap every time I pushed in.
I wanted her legs shaking, her nails digging, and Mitt just standing there, completely wrecked by it. That thought? Yeah, it made my cock throb so hard it hurt.
I swallowed hard, my voice rough with desire. "Aunt Kerry... why don't I put my cock in your pussy?"
Kerry's breath hitched, her eyes widening. "No," she said sharply, her voice firm, but her fingers twitched against her thigh, betraying her.
Mitt let out this massive, rumbling laugh that just hit the walls—loud and padded with pure mockery. "HA! HAHA—Dexter!" He actually had to swipe at his eyes, his whole body shaking like he couldn't control it."HAHA—you want to put your cock in a dirty woman?!" His laughter echoed, filling the space between us.
