"Hhhmm… Aaaaaaaaah Dexter…" It was a low, drunk murmur that Kerry indulged me with, her fingers tracing slow, lazy circles over my chest, as she lay under me, with her legs still shivering with the last orgasm that I had given her.
The pulses of her thighs were drawn together, and all in vain, her passion was already oozing between them, and making her skin glow.
"I just… can't forget about last night…" Her breath hitched, her hips lifting up, trying to push my cock deep in her pussy out of instinct.
"How, you made me squirt… and even licked my asshole…" She whimpered, her voice dropping to a shameful whisper. "Being bred by your cock… I can't stop thinking about it."
I gripped her jaw, my fingers digging in just enough to make her gasp. "Aunt." The word was a claim, a warning. "Listen closely." I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear, my voice a dark promise.
"You are mine now. And that means Mitt doesn't fucking exist." My grip tightened, my tone dropping to a growl.
