I could feel that Hina was pressing her thigh against mine, her animal skin skirt rubbing against my leg. The air between us grew heavy--sweet with her musk, heavy with the odour of arousal, that sort of smell that made my cock twitch with hunger. She bent; her breath was hot on my ear.
"Dexter," she said, in a voice that was dripping with feigning care. But something more real came through it--the damp, abject desire of a woman who must be used.
" Don't be afraid," she said to me, her fingers jerking in her side, as though she were struggling to grasp me. "Your secret's safe with me." A pause.
Her eyes went down to the tight swelling between my legs, and her tongue was pouring over her lips like it would already savor me. "But Dexter, you can't keep hurting your Aunt pussy like this."
