“WINNER!” The TV boomed. My senses shattered into crystal points and detonated, exploding into molten jets that spewed into her tummy, muscles locked and writhing together as our orgasm melded us into one perfect body of primal euphoria. Aunty xxx I’d say it as many times as she wished to hear it, and more. I didn’t need to see it. Her thighs quivered against mine, the sure signal of my daughter’s mounting pleasure. “Got you.” “Not over yet,” I chuckled. My hands were the conductor, playing the symphony of my daughter’s body, rubbing down to her hips and then around to grab her butt, trekking up her spine, massaging in broad, restless strokes as I directed her horny energy into a focused rush.
