Kerry moved very clumsyly at first, and her hips jerked and the movement was so hard to do that I had to stand up and grab her and smack her on the ass.
The noise echoed in the hut, her pussy squeezing me so tight that I could see stars. "Aaaahhh—! Dexter hhmmmm—! —It's so deep!" Her breasts rolled with each swing, her black nipples as hard as pebbles, her breath in hoarse convulsed gulps. "I—I can't— take it...aaaaaah! Ah! Ah! —It's too much!"
Precisely what you require, I grumbled, in a low, guttural order. I ran my fingers through her mess of pussy before scraping the juices and pushing them into her mouth.
"Taste how desperate your cunt is for me." Her lips parted naturally, her tongue turned around my fingers as she sucked them off, her eyes filled up as she choked on herself. "You're dripping, Aunt Kerry. Your pussy says it wants to be stuffed.
