Angela's voice was a low, approving purr against my ear, her lips brushing my skin as she whispered, "Mmm… she wants you, Dexter…" Her hands slid down my back, her fingers tracing the curve of my ass with deliberate hunger, her nails digging into my flesh like claws.
"She needs you… all of you," she cooed, her breath hot and wet against my neck, her body pressing into mine as if trying to merge us into one twisted, feral creature. "She's yours—every inch of her. Her pussy, her mouth… and soon, that tight little asshole of hers."
And fuck, I was lost.
The way Diana clung to me, the way her body pulled me in, the way her womb kissed the tip of my cock—it was overwhelming.
My cock twitched inside her, my balls drawing up tight as another wave of arousal crashed through me. "Nnngh—fuck—… Aunt—…" I groaned, my voice a raw, desperate growl as I pulsed inside her, my cock throbbing against her cervix.
