When Aunty Is Gone II
HIS thumb brushed against her c******s, a feather-light touch that made her whole body clench. She gasped, her hips instinctively arching into his hand.
“There it is,” he murmured, his thumb circling, pressing, teasing. “Your little button. So sensitive.” He watched her face, the way her eyes fluttered shut, the soft flush spreading across her cheeks. “You’re such a good girl. So eager.”
He moved her, gently but firmly, lifting her onto the kitchen island. The cool, smooth surface pressed against her bare ass. She lay back, exposed and vulnerable with her legs dangling over the edge. He stood between them, his hand still working magic between her thighs.
“Look at you,” he purred, his eyes raking over her body. “My beautiful, eager slut. Spread those legs for Uncle
