Fucking Aunt Yolanda… I can’t stop thinking about her. Every glance, every sway of her hips, every teasing smile drives me insane. She’s finally spending the night at my parents’ house to babysit me, and the moment the door clicks shut behind her, the air is thick with tension. I can feel her watching me, every little movement calculated to make me ache, and I can’t help myself.
She pulls me close instantly, hands pressing against my chest, lips brushing mine in a teasing, almost predatory way. Her fingers trace patterns over my skin, and I can feel her heat, her wetness, her undeniable hunger. I’m shaking, desperate, and she grins at me, knowing exactly what she’s doing to me. She’s filthy, insatiable, and utterly addictive.
I can’t resist touching her. I run my hands over her hips, her thighs, and feel her shiver under my touch. She gasps, biting her lip, letting me know she wants it just as badly as I do. Her body presses into mine, curves melting against me, and I guide her down onto the bed. She rides me, grinding, moaning, letting me touch every inch I can reach. Her moans are filthy, loud, and I can tell she loves every second of it.
She leans back, hair falling around her shoulders, letting me take control, and I’m obsessed with every reaction… every gasp, every shiver, every greedy little moan. Her hands dig into my shoulders, nails leaving marks, and she whispers filthy things I can barely handle. She’s completely mine tonight, and she knows it. She pushes herself harder, rides me with a hunger that makes my head spin.
Her moans get louder, dirtier. She’s gasping, trembling, and I can see her shaking from pure pleasure. I push her harder, teasing her, taking her greedily, until she collapses into my arms, dripping, gasping, quivering. I hold her close, feeling her heartbeat racing against mine, knowing that she’s addicted to me just as much as I am to her.
Even after it’s over, she clings to me, still wet, still trembling, still moaning in little, needy whimpers. I can’t stop thinking about her, about how filthy she is, about how I’ll make her mine again and again. Yolanda is mine tonight… slutty, insatiable, and utterly irresistible… and I can’t get enough of her. Every gasp, every shiver, every greedy touch proves it: she’s completely, addictively mine.
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