"But I feel really bad"
"Not at all, Aunty. You're a great mother. I'm sure Ella's proud to have a parent like you — someone who supports her decisions and shares in her happiness."
If the context of my words was just about a teenage girl wanting to try something different in her life, I might've sounded noble.
But to those who knew me? Well, let's just say my words and actions weren't exactly known for being consistent.
If sarcasm had a name, it would be mine.
"Proud?" She laughed bitterly, not knowing how to react.
Seeing that words alone were insufficient, I aided her through the experience by thoroughly lapping up her soaking wet p*ssy, ensuring that not a single drop was overlooked.
"Ace, please," she begged, her voice breathless. "I'm too sensitive right now. I need a moment to rest."
"You can rest later, Aunty. I just can't get enough of your taste— you're love juice is too addicting; everything about you drives me crazy."
