Yesterday, 12:20 AM
Title: Auntie's Touch
Scene 11
My hands instinctively went to her hair, my fingers tangling in the soft strands as I held on. My hips began to move on their own, a small, rhythmic press against her lips, chasing the incredible feeling. It was happening much faster this time. The familiar, tight pressure began to build in my stomach, the signal that the explosive release was coming soon.
Just as I felt I was about to burst, she pulled away. I let out a small whimper of protest, my body buzzing with unspent energy.
"Not yet, Sunny," she said, her voice breathy. She looked up at me, her lips wet and glistening. "Let's try what we learned last time. I want to feel you inside me."
She stood up, taking my hand in hers. "Come with me."
She led me out of the living room and down a short hallway to her bedroom. It was darker in here, with thick curtains drawn against the morning sun. The room smelled different, softer. It smelled like her – like powder and her unique, musky scent.
She let go of my hand and, in one smooth motion, pulled her house gown up and over her head, tossing it onto a chair. She stood before me, completely naked, her body silhouetted against the dim light from the window. Without the slow, educational reveal of the first time, the sight of her was even more potent, more overwhelming.
She lay down on the large bed, her back sinking into the soft mattress, and patted the space beside her. Then she shifted, opening her legs and looking at me with an expectant gaze.
My heart was pounding. I didn't need to be told what to do. I climbed onto the bed and moved on top of her, my body remembering the feel of hers. I positioned myself between her legs, my erect penis pressing against her wet entrance.
With a small push, I was inside her. It felt just as warm, just as tight, just as perfect as I remembered. As I moved inside her, in her own bed this time, it felt even more real, more right than before. It felt like I was exactly where I was supposed to be.
Scene 11
My hands instinctively went to her hair, my fingers tangling in the soft strands as I held on. My hips began to move on their own, a small, rhythmic press against her lips, chasing the incredible feeling. It was happening much faster this time. The familiar, tight pressure began to build in my stomach, the signal that the explosive release was coming soon.
Just as I felt I was about to burst, she pulled away. I let out a small whimper of protest, my body buzzing with unspent energy.
"Not yet, Sunny," she said, her voice breathy. She looked up at me, her lips wet and glistening. "Let's try what we learned last time. I want to feel you inside me."
She stood up, taking my hand in hers. "Come with me."
She led me out of the living room and down a short hallway to her bedroom. It was darker in here, with thick curtains drawn against the morning sun. The room smelled different, softer. It smelled like her – like powder and her unique, musky scent.
She let go of my hand and, in one smooth motion, pulled her house gown up and over her head, tossing it onto a chair. She stood before me, completely naked, her body silhouetted against the dim light from the window. Without the slow, educational reveal of the first time, the sight of her was even more potent, more overwhelming.
She lay down on the large bed, her back sinking into the soft mattress, and patted the space beside her. Then she shifted, opening her legs and looking at me with an expectant gaze.
My heart was pounding. I didn't need to be told what to do. I climbed onto the bed and moved on top of her, my body remembering the feel of hers. I positioned myself between her legs, my erect penis pressing against her wet entrance.
With a small push, I was inside her. It felt just as warm, just as tight, just as perfect as I remembered. As I moved inside her, in her own bed this time, it felt even more real, more right than before. It felt like I was exactly where I was supposed to be.
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