"Aunt Brandy pumped up and down several times, inching more of my cock into her every time. It was so good! It felt wet, warm and tight. Like a moist ...elvet vise. After some time she was able to lower the other knee on the floor and with one courageous push she sat on it all the way. It was heaven for both of us!"Oh my sweet nephew! What a delicious cock you have. Oh fuck! This is the best cock I've had in a while."Aunt Brandy started to ride my cock up and down with gyrating movements. She was. Each night, after those first few cold hours of her punishment, had been spent under the stars in balmy languorous ease and she had slept deeply and well. The guilt she had felt at her treatment of the brave young King had evaporated and been replaced by a complacent sense of her own far-seeing righteousness. After all, real, hard men should learn to take many fearsome, damaging and painful blows, the more the better, she told herself. She wanted the man she married to have a body covered with. I curled around her and drew her as close as I could to me. Wyrms don't often weep tears but we feel deeply about things and can get very emotional. And believe you me there was a war going on. One part wanting to protect her like I would a youngling, another part wanting to run and be comforted myself. Yet, there was another side that wanted nothing more than to stay right where we were and do nothing but hold her.After a time the storm of emotions began to wane, she looked up into my eyes.. She was so wet he could feel her juice soaking him, dripping down his balls and dripping down both of their inner thighs. Holding her hips firmly and squarely, he sensed her pleasure, and listened to the sweet noises, driving his delicious thick shaft into her sweet love. This was lustful, sweet, basic, carnal desire.With her hand on his forearm, they were both in sync, grinding and sliding up into her faster, sensing the deep desire within them both to cum. The heat was radiating from their.