The kitchen’s air is thick with the scent of fresh herbs and my own dripping arousal as Ethan and Caleb pin me against the oak table, my torn sundress shoved up to my waist, my naked body exposed. Ethan’s behind me, his tattooed hands bruising my hips, his thick c**k slamming into my p***y with punishing force, each thrust grinding my c**t against the table’s edge. Caleb’s in front, his scarred fingers gripping my throat, his c**k thrusting into my ass, the stretch burning as they both f**k me, their rhythms clashing, relentless.
Outside, Aunt Clara’s humming drifts through the open window, her watering can clinking as she tends the garden, oblivious to her nephews banging me mere feet away. The danger makes my p***y gush, soaking Ethan’s c**k, my body trembling under their savage assaul
