Licking

After moistening his aunt's chin, Jake moved his position again. The next moment, he swallowed his aunt's delicate and elegant earlobe with his big mouth. His tongue rotated the round and smooth earlobe back and forth like playing with a hydrangea.

"Ah... don't... don't..." A seductive moan escaped Taylor's lips, followed by a violent tremble coursing through her body. Her slender legs shifted restlessly, the soft fabric of her skirt whispering against her skin, her toes curling instinctively.

The earlobe was one of Taylor's sensitive points, a part that had never been favored before. But today, her husband took such care of her. Though her body reacted uncontrollably, the love in her heart only deepened.

"Auntie, Teacher Astoria, you are so beautiful, every part of you is perfect..."

Jake's admiration for his aunt was boundless. The way she trembled beneath his touch stirred something primal in him. He traced the shell of her ear with his tongue, his heavy breaths resonating in her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

Taylor was lost in sensation. Years of suppressed longing, of quiet loneliness since she and her husband had drifted apart, now surged to the surface. The dignified teacher, always composed, now melted under Jake's attentions, her usual restraint crumbling.

The living room was warm, the air thick with tension. Beads of sweat glistened on Taylor's flushed skin, tracing paths down her neck. Jake followed them with his lips, savoring the salt on his tongue, lost in her.

When he finally pulled back, his aunt's face was radiant, her lips parted as she caught her breath. Her dark hair clung to her damp forehead, her eyes fluttering open, dazed and questioning.

"Hubby… why did you stop?" Her voice was soft, pleading.

The words sent a jolt through Jake. In her haze, she still thought he was her husband. A mix of guilt and desire twisted inside him, but the heat in her gaze was irresistible.

"Okay, wife," he murmured, surrendering to the moment.

He leaned in, his hands tracing the curve of her waist, relearning every inch of her. The way her breath hitched at his touch, the way her body arched toward him—it was intoxicating.

Taylor, the reserved educator, the woman who had always been so careful, now clung to him with a need that mirrored his own.

Jake knew this was wrong. But as her fingers tangled in his hair, as her whispers filled the space between them, all he could think was—

She's so beautiful.

And for now, that was enough.

Today, her husband opened Taylor's eyes to a new kind of intimacy. Her initial shyness melted under his touch, replaced by a warmth that spread through her body.

After a moment of hesitation, she surrendered completely, her soft sighs the only sounds that escaped her lips—each one a testament to the pleasure he brought her.

Jake traced his hands along the curves of her body, savoring every inch of her.

The way her breath hitched when his fingers grazed her skin, the way her back arched ever so slightly—it all drove him wild with desire.

He worshipped her with his touch, his lips following the path his hands had taken, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Taylor's head fell back against the sofa, her dark hair spilling over the cushions like ink. Beads of sweat glistened on her forehead, trailing down her neck and disappearing beneath the fabric of her light blue blouse.

The back half of her plump buttocks was wrapped by the sofa, and the front half was lifted high, revealing her mysterious private parts covered by ultra-thin flesh-colored stockings.

The light yellow women's underwear is very conservative in style, without any pattern on it, but it is stretched out firmly and looks unique.

Jake's entire face was only two or three centimeters away from his aunt's private parts. The ultra-thin flesh-colored stockings without a thick crotch design allowed Jake to see his aunt's cute light yellow panties more directly.

Her round buttocks were thick and full, squeezing the triangle part of the light yellow panties hard, revealing a small tuft of black fluff playfully, which was even more shocking through a layer of flesh-colored stockings.

Jake supported his aunt's knees with his hands, feeling the delicate texture of the stockings. He raised his nose and slowly moved closer, finally gently poking into his aunt's private parts.

A feeling of dampness and heat entered Jake's nose. The body fragrance mixed with the smell of sweat and the fragrance of the sea couldn't wait to drill into Jake's nostrils.

The softness and dampness of his aunt's private parts made Jake feel itchy, and his lower body was swollen.

The tip of his nose began to stroke his aunt's private parts, feeling the softness of the black forest hidden inside through a layer of flesh-colored stockings and panties.

After a long time, he finally put on the big mouth that had tasted his aunt's red lips, jade feet, and beautiful legs.

Like a glutton, he covered his aunt's private parts with his big mouth, then stretched out his sinful tongue and licked it up and down.

"Hmm...oh..." Taylor bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth. Her husband's performance had far exceeded her expectations.

The strange feeling of being blowjob for the first time spread throughout her body. Her weak hands gradually recovered some strength.

Her slender fingers barely grasped the cushion of the sofa. The wetness deep in her vagina was already ready to burst out.

Soon the flesh-colored stockings on the private parts were licked until they were almost transparent, and even a lot of saliva seeped in and dyed the small tuft of pubic hair dark and shiny.

Gradually, Jake's desire burned to its strongest point. He was no longer satisfied with such superficial licking. He was eager to explore his aunt's mysterious garden. Without considering the consequences, he began to bite it with his teeth.

Fortunately, his aunt doesn't buy stockings often, and this pair of ultra-thin flesh-colored stockings is just for show. It looks beautiful, but the quality is average, and was quickly torn apart by Jake.

With a "hiss...squeak..." sound, the tight stockings were torn from the middle of the crotch. The torn hem of the socks stuck directly to his aunt's plump thighs and contracted urgently until it lost its elasticity.

The light yellow color of the underwear became deeper, and the plump private parts were very real, not as hazy as those in the stockings.

The disintegration of the stockings made Taylor's legs feel cold for a moment, but they were soon engulfed by the flames of desire.

Jake stared blankly at the wonderful scene in front of him. The tattered flesh-colored stockings worn on his aunt's slender legs were full of broken beauty.

Her private parts were completely exposed, the smell of the sea became stronger, and the light yellow panties exuded an irresistible temptation.

The aunt's soft moans and gentle gasps could not escape Jake's ears.

The "inner voices" that had been silent for a long time were still silent. Jake took a deep breath and calmed his trembling heart, but his mind was full of images of his union with his aunt.