Ellie’s eyes lit up, and the hesitation on her face faded, replaced by a smile of relief.
I wasn’t sure why she cared so much about , even before the brainwashing. But that was a mystery for another ti.
"Let’s get to the sofa first—it’ll be more comfortable," I said, pointing to the one in the corner.
She agreed and we both moved over. I laid back first, watching as she stood before .
"Do you want to start now?" she murmured, her eyes wandering to my still rocked hard manhood.
"Yeah."
Slowly, she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her midi skirt.
Then, little by little, the fabric began its descent.
First, it slipped past her hips, clinging briefly as if reluctant to part ways.
As it passed her knees, gravity took over, letting the skirt pool gently around her ankles with a soft rustle.
Beneath it all were black lace panties, delicate and nearly see-through, allowing to see her slit that a well trimd bush.
"Let have your panty," I murmured.
The fabric pressed against my nose, warm and faintly damp.
Every breath pulled deeper. Aroused, lightheaded, and lost in her scent.
Through the openings of her underwear, I caught glimpses of her movent as she climbed onto the sofa and straddled my waist.
At last, everything was falling into place.
Gently, she guided my shaft towards her entrance, the tip d touching her drenched slit.
"Hmmm... it’s too big" she moaned softly, feeling it press deeper, slowly pushing past her pinkish folds.
Damn, she was too irresistible for her own good.
"Be honest, which one’s bigger, mine or your husband’s?"
My lips curled , enjoying every second of her flustered look.
She lowered her gaze with a timid smile. "Yours...It’s... thicker.... and way longer"
Sohow, I felt a swell of pride. That Daniel guy might have a bigger wallet, but I’ve got a bigger gun. They say anyone can be rich, but not everyone was born a natural s*x machine.
"I..I’m putting it all in," she exhaled, her words making anticipate more.
She slowly lowered herself, taking inch by inch, until I hit her cervix.
"It hurts..." she closed her eyes, unable to adjust to the size right away.
But when she did, she didn’t waste a second and imdiately got to work.
Her walls clenched, adjusting to my girth, riding with a desperation that spoke of her own pent-up desires.
"Your p*ssy feels so good, it’s too tight for soone who already has children."
She moaned and let herself grind on faster. "It’s your c*ck. It’s too big. It’s stretching out my p*ssy."
Her cheeks turned a rosy pink. "I feel like my p*ssy will break if I continue."
She bit her lower lip gently, trying to hold back the sweet little moans that threatened to spill out.
"Aunt Ellie, you don’t have to hold back. Just be honest with yourself. Let it all out. "
Seconds later, her moans poured out.
"Ahhh... Ace" she let out a faint cry, her hips moving faster. "It feels so good... I haven’t felt this wanted in years."
"Y...You’re making feel things I shouldn’t... God, it’s so wrong, but I love riding your c*ck better than your father."
"Say it! Tell how much better I make you feel," I ordered, watching her face twist from the pleasure.
"Your c*ck is so much better... it’s perfect. Bigger, thicker...I feel like a woman again, not just so trophy housewife."
"Oh? You’re really that frustrated with him, aren’t you? Go on, tell more. I’m listening."
"He’s always so busy with work. I don’t even exist in his eyes ."
"I told him I needed attention, that I wanted to feel wanted again. I even suggested we visit you together, but no—his company, his money, that’s all he ever cares about."
Talking bad things about her husband while taking in another c*ck made her muscles clench tighter.
"Please, Ace... don’t ever stop using . I want to be yours..pletely."
Seeing her true self, completely unfiltered, stripped of sha and restraint was making pound her harder .
Right now, none of it mattered—not the ring on her finger or the title she held. She was just a woman, lost in the thrill of being fucked by another man.
"Aunt Ellie... I’m close. You feel too good. I can’t hold it much longer. Your... p*ssy is so juicy and aty. It’s squeezing my c*ck to it’s limit. "
She moaned in response. "It’s okay... you can finish inside . My period’s in three days."
That was the final blow.
"Shit... I’m gonna cum,"
My c*ck throbbed deep inside her, and then, like a dam bursting—I ca extra hard, pumping everything into her.
" too!" she cried out, her hips bucking uncontrollably as it squeeze out every drop.
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