The dense matt of fur between her legs excited me, but I wanted to slurp at her essence, to lap at her sex and taste her need. “We can never, ever tell,” Aunt Janet whispered as I held myself over her body. Indian sex video I found her sodden in her excitement, my hand moving around to the front, Janet’s pubic bush crinkly under my palm. Janet confirmed her anxiety by whispering, “Are you sure I’ll do?”
Which is when I went to her and grasped her around the waist, my eyes moving from the precipitous cleavage up to her face. “Incest, Mikey,” my aunt breathed. We’re family, Mikey.” Aunt Janet barked a laugh, the sound startling me. She hooked her fingers around my neck, gaze locking on mine. I remembered the look on her face, her focused enthusiasm and, on a rush of excitement, asked, “Did you enjoy it?”
I gulped and felt the dark urges rise up in a hot tide at the tone in her voice when, after a pause, she croaked, “It turned me on so much, Mikey.
