Panty sniffing aunt

Aunt Lisa couldn't stop licking her lips, panties already soaked from watching her nephew Brad strut around shirtless. She dragged him into the guest room and hit her knees, yanking his sweats down so his thick cock sprang out right in her face. She spit on the head, stroked him twice, then swallowed him down till her nose mashed against his abs. Her throat fluttered, eyes watering, but she kept bobbing—sloppy, loud, hungry—until strings of spit ran off her chin. Brad groaned, grabbed her hair, and started fucking her mouth harder. She pulled off gasping, spun around, ripped her panties aside, and bent over the bed. "Get in me," she hissed. Brad slammed home in one thrust, burying every inch deep in her dripping cunt. His hips snapped—fast, filthy, no mercy—while his balls slapped her swollen clit. Cream frothed around his shaft, her slick coating his length, dripping down her thighs with every brutal drive. She reached back, spread herself wider, begging for more while her slick walls clamped and pulsed around him. He pushed her face into the mattress, pounding her so hard the headboard cracked the drywall, her creamy juices splattering every time he bottomed out. She moaned, squirted around him, and came shaking—still hungry for the load she planned to milk from his heavy balls.