"Strange… or good?" I taunted, my hand cracking across her ass again—SMACK!—this time aiming lower, the sound wetter, the impact making her moan. "Tell me, Aunt. Or I'll keep slapping until you beg for my cock in this tight little hole."
"Aaaaaah—!It's—!" Kerry's nails raked down Ada's back, her body trembling, her asshole clenching around my thumb. "It's both—! It hurts, but—nnn—it makes me want—!"
The hut was thick with the smell of their arousal, musky, sweet, and heady, like the first sin again. Ada's voice broke through the fog, quaking with desperation, her need and unfiltered.
A dark, satisfied smirk stretched across my lips. Oh yeah, they were falling into it now—the pain, the pleasure, the filthy need to be used.
