Ada moaned in a breathless way, and her hips moved impatiently, and already her body was trembling with need. "Aaaha... Dexter... shouldn’t I lie down?" Her voice was heavy with doubt, yet her eyes glead with lust; her body was already reacting to what was going to happen.
At that ti, I thought--they had not been around so much. Various attitudes, various ans to be gratified.
They were not even aware of how deeply their bodies could experience the things, how I could make them scream. And I would have fucked Ada like this, in cowgirl, and pierced her womb with each deep, relentless plunge.
Mother Ada, I said, and my hands were holding on to her hips, and my voice was a deep, commanding rumble. "Let handle it. I will ensure you enjoy this... with the thods my grandfather used to teach on how to go about pleasing won.
My thumbs made lazy circles on her body, and my hand moved both comfortably and possessively. "Trust . I will make you feel what you have never felt before."
The breath ca to Ada, and it was a hurt, hurrying, desperate cry in the throat, as her eyes riveted on mine, her pupils and eyes distended with hunger. There was a crackling of air flying between us and threatening the skin.
"Is that so...?"
Her vocal cords were molten smoke, her lower lip was caught in her teeth, her body already quailing with delicious anticipation. She moved forward, her thighs touching mine, her skin burning through the garnt with its heat.
"Then..." A murmur, full of desire, her hands following the aches of my cock. "Please... take care of , Dexter."
But then--the lie I had told them crept back into my head.
"Your pussies’ are dripping, because of your assholes throbbing and breathing, like that."
A smirk beca dark and amused on my lips. Had that been the case, then why was I still paying attention to their pussies?
My cock twitched, prodding the thigh of Ada, who was seated astride , her heat streaming through the pussy, tornting . Mocking .
I took Ada by the chin and compelled her to look at . "Mother Ada..." My voice was black silk and enclosing her like a promise.
"Why not put it up your asshole?" My thumb was almost touching her lower lip, and my cock ached with the thought. Suppose I put my seed in you there... it will make you all well. No use to spread my seed in another place.
Ada opened her eyes with a jump and caught her breath. "W-What?! Put your cock in my—?!" She made herself squeeze together her thighs, but her pussy betrayed her and leaked onto the bed of stone. "No! That’s... dirty! I can’t—! Just, just put your seed in my pussy, and I will... I will use it on my asshole later on...
I chuckled, low and dark as sin, my fingers tracing the trembling curve of Ada’s ass. "Mother Ada..." My thumb circled her tight pucker, feeling it clench at my touch.
"If I cum directly inside your asshole... my seed will reach deeper." A lie. My cock throbbed, desperate—because this was how I’d finally claim them both. "No ss. No waste. Just healing." My voice dripped with false kindness, my grasp tightening on her hip. "I’m willing to do anything... to make Mother Ada healthy again."
Ada’s voice purred, her fingers wrapping around my throbbing cock, her touch maddeningly light. "But Dexter..." She squeezed, her thumb swirling over the slick head, her eyes gleaming with false innocence.
"First, we need to calm this down." A slow, knowing smile. "Look how hard you are... it must hurt." Her grip tightened, just enough to make hiss. "Your cock can only relax... inside a pussy." Her voice dropped, sweet and poisonous. "Isn’t that what your grandfather always said?"
Fuck.
They were testing . Pushing . Forcing to think.
I gritted my teeth, my mind racing, my cock pulsing with the need to fuck, to ruin, to own. "Mother Ada..." My voice was smooth, calculating. "Maybe my cock can also calm down... inside your asshole." My fingers pressed against her tight hole, feeling it twitch.
"Just like a pussy." A dark smirk. "And if it doesn’t..." I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear. "Mother Ada’s pussy is right here... waiting."
Ada whimpered, her resistance crumbling like dry parchnt. "Dexter... you’re so kind..." Her voice trembled, soft and broken, but her hips rocked, pushing her ass against my hand. "Even when you’re hurting... you’re still thinking of healing Mother Ada first..."
Kerry’s voice was husky, thick with triumph. "My Dexter has always been kind." Her eyes burned into , hungry, possessive.
Because I called Ada Mother Ada. Because Ada would be the first to feel break her. Because Kerry wanted to be the center of my world—even if she had to steal it.
I flipped Ada onto her back, her head resting against Ruth’s stomach, her legs spread wide before . Her asshole twitched, innocent and untouched, glistening with nervous sweat.
Ada bit her lip, her eyes wide, uncertain, as she stared at my throbbing cock. "Dexter..." Her voice was small, vulnerable, but her fingers drifted toward her dripping pussy, betraying her need. "Will your cock even fit inside my asshole?" She squird, her thighs trembling. "It’s so big... and my hole is so small..."
I smirked, my hand sliding up her thigh, my thumb pressing against her tight pucker. "Don’t worry, Mother Ada." My voice was smooth, reassuring, even as my cock ached to ruin her. "I’ll make sure my seed reaches deep inside you..." My fingers spread her cheeks, exposing her virgin hole. "And heals you completely."
I lifted her ass, presenting her to like a sacrifice. "First..." My voice was a growl, my breath hot against her trembling flesh. "We need to make sure your asshole is ready..." My spit landed on her tight hole, glistening before I pressed my tongue against her.
Ada gasped, her back arching as I licked her, my tongue probing deeper, stretching her slowly. "Aaaaaaaah... Dexter..." Her fingers twitching, her moans high and needy. "Y-Your tongue... ahhh—! It’s... too much—!" Her hips rocked, pushing her ass against my face, her whimpers growing needier, wetter.
Kerry whined from beside us, her hand pressed between her thighs, her fingers grinding against her itching pussy. "Dexter... aaah... my pussy hurts..." Her voice cracked, her hips jerking as she watched us with hungry eyes. "It’s itching so bad—!" Her other hand squeezed her hard nipple, her breath ragged with need.
I pulled back, my lips slick with Ada’s arousal, my tongue still tingling from the taste of her tight, trembling hole. My gaze locked onto Kerry—her fingers twisting, her thighs pressed tight, her jealousy radiating off her like heat.
Oh, I recognized that look.
She was trying to distract , to grab my attention, to show that she was the one I desired most.
"Aunt Kerry..." My voice was steady, commanding, and deep. "Co here." I gently traced the curve of Ada’s hip. "Lie on top of Mother Ada." I offered a slow, knowing smile. "So I can see both of you... at the sa ti."
Kerry nodded eagerly, crawling forward with a sway in her hips as she positioned herself over Ada. She lowered herself carefully, their bodies pressing together, breaths mingling as they faced each other—Kerry on top, Ada beneath—both of them waiting, longing for .
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