Kerry took a stuttering breath, and her hands closed her sides, and her thighs shrank together, as though she could soothe the pain by doing so. "Dexter…" she moaned, with a voice that was thick with a worried and with an erotic tone. "You're still worried about us…" Her hand stretched, catching hold of my wrist, drawing me nearer.
"First, we must attend to your cock." Her glance dropped down to the aching monster, her tongue flicking over her lips as she made out just how hard I was, how the veins throbbed along the heavy shaft, how the pre-cum was already glistening at the furious swollen end. Seems like it got more difficult than it was before...
She pulled at me, and her voice sank to some husky, filthy murmur. "Come here…" Her hands were on my waist and in my pants, her fingers were not very firm but very hungry, her nipples rubbing against my arm, very hard and needy. It would be if Aunt's pussy would soothe it down...
But Ada was not going to allow her to lead.
