She bit her lip hard, thighs pressing together under those tiny shorts, her massive tits rising faster with every breath. I could see her nipples hardening through the thin vest, poking obviously now.
"Alex… calm it down," she said, voice trying to sound stern, but her body betrayed her—leaning closer, eyes glued to my cock. "You shouldn't look at your aunt like this."
"I'll have to relieve myself," I said, voice low, "but I feel shy doing it in front of you."
"Come here," she whispered, stepping right up to me. Her hand reached out, wrapping around my shaft from the front—soft, warm fingers gripping firm.
My cock twitched hard in her palm, throbbing at the contact.
She started stroking lazily, slow pumps from base to tip, like she was trying to make me bust quick. But she didn't know—I don't come from petty things like that anymore. Not after the day I'd had.
