Veronica leaned against the kitchen counter, her sharp eyes locking onto Maxim's as he stepped closer. 'You were just a squirming infant the last time I held you close, Maxim. Diapers and all. Now look at you—towering over me with that hungry stare. Still think you can handle your aunt?' she quipped, her voice dripping with wit and challenge.
Maxim smirked, stepping into her space. 'Aunt Veronica, I've outgrown those days. But something tells me you're the one who needs handling now.'
She laughed, a low, seductive sound, pushing him back playfully yet firmly. 'Oh, darling nephew, I've seen you grow from that tiny baby to this hard, tempting man. But don't mistake me for submissive—I set the rules.' Her hands roamed boldly, feeling the heat build between them.
Tension crackled as clothes fell away. Veronica guided him to the couch, straddling his lap with confidence. 'Feel how wet you've made me? Dripping just thinking about this forbidden cock.' She teased him, her pussy hovering over his hard length, both panting with anticipation.
As she lowered herself, the perverted thrill surged through her—the ultimate taboo of her nephew's cock, the one she'd once cradled as an infant, now pushing into her slick pussy. Waves of twisted pleasure hit: the stretching fullness, the wrongness that made it hotter, her walls clenching around him as she took every inch. 'God, Maxim, your cock feels so fucking right in my pussy—hard and throbbing, filling what no one else should.'
She rode him with power, ass grinding down, sweat glistening on her skin. He groaned, but she controlled the pace, witty barbs flying: 'Cum for me, nephew. Fill your aunt's dripping pussy like the man you've become.' Their bodies moved in explosive rhythm, her strong grip on his shoulders, both lost in the panting, horny frenzy until they came together in a shattering release.
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