A wicked plan formed in my mind. I decided to deceive them further, to spin a lie so filthy, so convincing, that they'd beg for my cock—and bring me more women to "heal".
I paused, my fingers still circling Kerry's asshole, my voice dropping into a serious, false tone. "Aunt…" I murmured, my gaze flicking between them.
"First, we need to clean your asshole…" I pressed my thumb against the tight ring, making it clench. "With my saliva…" I leaned down, my tongue darting out to lick a slow, teasing stripe over her asshole, making her body jerk with shock and pleasure.
"Aaaaaah—!Dexter—!" Kerry cried, her back arching, her asshole clenching around nothing, her pussy flooding with need. I pulled back, my lips glistening with her arousal, my voice a dark, knowing murmur. "So we can see if your pussy stops dripping…" I trailed my fingers over her asscheeks, teasing the creases of her asshole.
