As Lucian pulled back, his lips slick with their mingled saliva, he reveled in the dark satisfaction of the bite marks marring Eloise’s neck.
The vivid red bruises contrasted sharply with her pale skin, a mark of the intense passion they was sharing.
The sight of her flushed skin and the rapid rise and fall of her chest thrilled him, fueling his sadistic delight.
Eloise’s breath came in ragged, sultry gasps, her chest heaving with every breath.
Her eyes, dark with a mix of defiance and anticipation, met his with a smoldering intensity.
She arched her back, offering him a more tantalizing view of her exposed flesh, her posture a silent invitation.
Lucian’s hands roamed over her body with deliberate slowness, each touch brimming with dark desire.
His fingers skimmed over the lace of her gown, teasing the skin beneath.
With a firm grip, he pulled the straps down, letting the gown slip away and reveal her full, motherly breasts.
The sheer, delicate fabric had clung to her curves, now draped around her waist.
Eloise’s eyes fluttered shut as the gown fell, her hands resting on his shoulders for support.
Her back arched more, pushing her breasts closer to him.
Lucian’s lips trailed hot, wet kisses down her throat, continuing their journey to her chest.
He planted a series of searing kisses on her full, soft breasts, his tongue flicking over her hardened nipples and the sensitive flesh.
Her breasts, slightly heavier than he anticipated, felt incredibly soft and pliant against his palms.
He kneaded them with a rough, yet appreciative grip, feeling their weight and softness beneath his hands.
They overflowed his palms, their fullness accentuated by the dim light and their proximity to his eager touch.
His hands molded and caressed them, each squeeze eliciting a gasp from Eloise as he explored their tender curves.
Lucian’s mouth was relentless, suckling and teasing one nipple while his fingers roughly kneaded the other.
The sensation of her flesh yielding to his touch, combined with the heat of his breath and the teasing flicks of his tongue, drove her wild.
Eloise’s body arched, pressing her breasts harder into his touch, her moans a testament to the intense pleasure he was inflicting.
Her hands fumbled with his belt, and after a few moments of struggle, she managed to pull it off.
When she finally exposed his impressive fat d!ck, she gasped, “Ahhh– even your father doesn’t have one this big,” she murmured unconsciously, her eyes widening as she realized her slip. She quickly corrected herself, “I-I mean, my husband…”
Lucian’s smile darkened with a predatory gleam.
“Your husband, huh? I guess he wasn’t as well-endowed as I am,” he taunted, his voice dripping with a cruel satisfaction.
Eloise’s hand wrapped around his thick shaft, her fingers struggling to encircle it fully.
She gave it a few tentative pumps, her thumb spreading the pre-c*m that had gathered at the tip.
The heat of his skin burned into hers, and she couldn’t resist licking her lips as she imagined what it would feel like to take him inside her.
“If I’d known you had such a massive c*ck, nephew, I would’ve had you f*cked me sooner,” Eloise purred, her voice heavy with dangerous desire.
Her fingers wrapped around his length again, stroking him slowly, her thumb teasing his tip with each deliberate motion.
Lucian’s eyes darkened with lust, his hands cupping her face as he leaned in, his lips brushing hers.
“If I’d known you were such a wh*re, aunt, I would’ve f*cked you sooner,” he murmured, his voice thick with seductive heat.
Eloise gasped at his words, her eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and arousal.
“How dare you call your own aunt a wh*re,” she whispered, but her fingers continued their rhythmic stroking, her grip tight and eager.
She felt the heat and pressure building in him as she continued to pump his c*ck, her thumb teasing his slick tip.
His thick, mushroom head was coated with pre-cum, dripping down her fingers.
The sensation of his hardness in her hand, the intense heat of his skin, made her stomach flutter with anticipation.
“If not, then why are you stroking my c*ck so eagerly, huh? You enjoy being a sl*t for your own nephew?” Lucian taunted, his tone mocking and cruel.
Eloise didn’t answer verbally but her actions spoke louder.
She took her fingers to her mouth, spitting some saliva into her them, before using it as lube to stroke him more smoothly.
Lucian’s eyes glinted with lust as he watched her, a smirk playing at his lips.
Eloise slowly stood up from his lap, his c*ck still clutched in her hand.
She stood there in the flickering candlelight, the shadows enhancing her features and the curves of her full, sensual body.
With a deliberate slowness, she peeled her gown down her hips, allowing it to pool at her ankles.
She stepped out of it, leaving her clad in only her black heels, giving her the appearance of a sexy pin-up model.
Lucian couldn’t tear his eyes from her, his gaze drinking in her exposed curves and milky skin.
Her body was ripe, her curves full and voluptuous, her breasts heavy and full.
The contrast between her white flesh and the golden hair surrounding her p*ssy was arousing, his eyes drawn to her glistening mound.
She was wearing a thong that showed off her wet p*ssy.
Eloise walked up to him, her movements slow and sensual, her hips swaying with each step.
“Like what you see, nephew?” Eloise purred, her fingernails grazing his jawline.
Lucian’s eyes traveled down the length of her motherly body, his expression darkening with lust.
Eloise positioned herself in front of him, her hands cupping her ample breasts, — pressing them together, licking her own nipples.
He couldn’t help but be transfixed by the sight of her full, soft flesh, her nipples dark and stiff.
His c*ck twitched, eager for her attention, but Eloise was taking her time, enjoying his neediness.
Lucian met her gaze with a smirk, his voice thick with desire. “Absolutely, aunt. It seems my appetite isn’t the only thing that’s insatiable right now.”
Eloise raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in her eye. “Is that so? What do you plan to do about it?”
With a growl, Lucian wrapped his hand around his erection, stroking it with deliberate, rough movements.
“You see my body and my intentions both are quite hungry,” he said, his tone dripping with lust.
Eloise leaned in closer, her breath warm against his skin. “Then why not show me how you intend to satisfy that hunger?” she murmured, her voice a seductive whisper.
Lucian chuckled darkly, his grip tightening. “Oh, I plan to make it so that you’ll never forget,” he replied, his eyes locked onto hers with intense focus.
Eloise smirked and sank to her knees in front of him, her eyes filled with lust and mischief.
Her tongue was like a snake, wrapping itself around his erection, licking and sucking with an expertise that shocked him.
slurp~ shlurp~
Lucian couldn’t help but let out a throaty moan as his hands gripped her hair, the wetness of her mouth enveloping his throbbing c*ck.
Her saliva expertly coated his hardness, letting her mouth slide easily up and down his length.
Eloise’s eyes looked up at him as she slurped him, her pupils dilated with a mixture of lust and hunger.
Her hand moved to his balls, massaging them with a surprising delicacy.
Lucian could feel her teeth grazing his length, her tongue dancing along his slit, his thick, mushroom head.
He moaned again, his fingers tangled in her hair, forcing himself deeper down her throat.
Eloise’s fingers twisted around his base, stroking his balls while her mouth milked him, her tongue swirling and flicking with expert precision.
Slurp~~
With every slurp, every bob of her head, Lucian felt himself unraveling, the pressure and tension mounting deep within him.
He felt his seeds rising, his balls tightening as the heat and pressure built up inside him.
“God-F*CK!” Lucian grunted, his back arching and his hands pressing her face tighter against his hips.
“Come here, b!tch!” he ordered abruptly, making her halt immediately. He withdrew his c*ck from her wet mouth and instructed her to lie back on the seat, her head tilted slightly upwards.
Standing over her, he positioned his hardness in front of her open mouth.
“What kind of positi—,” as she tried to speak, her voice was abruptly cut off when he thrust forward, forcefully filling her mouth and silencing her.
The sudden intrusion left her no room to protest, her initial words swallowed as he took control, pressing his hand firmly against her neck with deliberate intensity, he started to choke her.
“Suck it b!tch! Take it all!” he gasped, moving his d!ck in and out of her mouth at a fast pace.
Eloise moaned and choked, tears running down her face as she struggled to breathe.
Gagh~ Gakh~
She gagged on his length, drool running down her face and neck.
Lucian pumped his shaft in and out of her throat with increasing vigor, the sloppy wet sounds of their passion filling the room.
His hips thrust frantically, his balls smacking her nose and eyes with each movement.
“F*ck, you’re a real slut, aren’t you? You love your nephew’s c*ck in your mouth,” he hissed, his fingers tightening around her throat.
His cursing only aroused her more, as she began to finger her c*nt more frantically.
He felt his climax nearing, his balls tensing and his rod straining to release its load.
“Ahhhh– I’m gonna comeeee…” Lucian moaned, his hands gripping her head like a vice.
“Cammb furr yure eunt…” (C*m for your aunt) she mumbled with his c*ck in her mouth, licking and sucking his tip as if she was hungry for it.
She squealed as he released his seed into her mouth, the hot, salty fluid spurting out and splashing down her throat with audible gulps.
Spurt~ Gulp~
“Swallow every last drop,” he commanded with a groan, his fingers twisting her long and hard nipples, while his other hand held her neck firmly.
As Lucian withdrew, his hips still trembling and the taste of his c*m lingering on her tongue, he couldn’t help but smile in satisfaction.
His aunt lay there, thoroughly debased, her hair in disarray and her lips swollen, with his seeds dripping slowly down her chin, the sounds of her swallowing still resonating in the air.