I stroked my slick c**k slowly, spreading the wetness over the swollen head before letting my hand glide back down the shaft. My other hand trailed up my chest, pinching a n****e as I kept my eyes glued to the phone.
This was what she did to me. One text from her and I was leaking like a faucet, aching so hard it almost hurt.
I swiped to the next photo — her full, heavy breasts spilling out of her bra, dark n*****s stiff and begging. Then the one after: her legs spread wide, fingers parting her glistening p***y for me. So pink. So ready. I could practically smell her through the screen.
“Just a matter of time, Gad,” I muttered, voice thick with lust. “I’m going to bury myself so deep inside you, Auntie.”
My grip tightened. I imagined her thick thighs wrapped around my waist, her
