69 Dripping Fantasies
The way my aunt was close, the way she licked my side face, the way her husband was looking at me, and the line between my cheeks kind of rubbing my pussy that made me crave to be filled – it was all pointing to fucking, and honestly, who could reject such an offer?
"Okay", I whispered.
“Good day, now crawl to Daddy." She said it against my skin, and quickly I got on my knees and then crawled to her husband.
With each move, my pussy ached; heavens, this was so excitingly filthy. I was about to fuck my aunt's husband in her presence, a fantasy I never knew I had.