My breath hitched as she reached for me, her fingers wrapping around my cock, her touch sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my balls.
"Aunt—" I started, but the words died in my throat as she leaned in closer, her breath hot against the sensitive skin of my cock.
Then she spat.
A thick, warm stream of saliva hit the swollen head, dripping down the cock, and I groaned as she began to rub it in with her palm, her fingers working in slow, torturous circles. The slickness of her spit made my cock twitch violently, pre-cum beading at the tip, mixing with her saliva.
"Fuck," I hissed, my hips jerking upward, my cock throbbing in her grip.
Kerry's breath hitched, her fingers tightening around me. "Does that feel better, Dexter?" she murmured, her voice thick with something that wasn't just concern.
"No," I groaned, my voice rough with need. "It's not enough. Only a pussy can calm it down, Aunt. Your pussy."
