The soft hairs about 2 finger joints long, curved like 2 long whiskers of a cricket, gently brushed across the tip of my nose. I felt sad because my aunt kept rubbing and rubbing across my face. I didn’t pull my aunt’s butt down. I could only vaguely see the gap between her cheeks, thick and juicy, moving back and forth across the level of my nose. It was faintly visible in the dim light because there was only the light from the oil lamp from the mute girl’s room turned down to the room outside. Although it didn’t illuminate clearly, because of the close distance, I could still feel that there were 2 small, soft fleshy leaves nestled inside, trying to hold back the drops of water that were leaking out, clinging to the folds of flesh, flowing down the small groove near the anus. When my aunt nodded strongly, her position was tightly holding the buffalo pole on the other side, the strange-tasting, slimy drops of water quickly fell onto the soft lips of the pubescent boy… sweet, fragrant with the smell of oil, the faint taste was like magic. speeding up the urge to feel me arch my hips slightly, pushing the buffalo pole deep into my aunt’s mouth..

Oh, my aunt’s soft moans… both of them seemed to be competing to see who would soften first… my aunt didn’t lower her butt, moving the piece of land down diagonally… I also didn’t raise my neck… just like that, the distance was only about 2 cm, the lower lip, the upper butterfly kept fluttering and playing with each other to see who would soften and give in first.

Down there I made a few strong, deep moans. My aunt’s voice…uh uh was choked, it seemed to be strained…louder, stiff because of the collisions in my aunt’s mouth.

Oh oh…so hard…aunt’s voice buzzed like the sound of a bee flapping its wings in the quiet night…choked…lipped…it felt like aunt was holding a guava in her mouth…the sound kept going crazy…unexpectedly aunt let out an “ah ah” when the boy’s endurance also reached its limit because of the rain of water drops from aunt’s slit when aunt’s hips tightened

It seemed like my aunt was coming, reaching the top..it spread out the two small folds of flesh inside..spread..spread..like rain falling down..suddenly I raised my nostrils and pressed them to cover the small cave..my tongue and lips tightly closed around the piece of flesh…ah ah ah

Suddenly, my aunt’s voice screamed in the quiet night… afraid it would echo far away… I patted my aunt’s hips… it seemed like all male species, my tongue caressed the tip of the plump piece of flesh, it turned sideways and scratched the two grapefruit walls, slid down and licked up along the soft slit… my aunt’s feeling of waiting was about to reach its limit… she gently lifted her hips as if avoiding the journey to the top… disappointed, she went down again to endure the myriad of electric currents from the girl’s most private place running up along her spine, her butt was covered with thorns that jumped up very quickly when I tightly clamped my lips on the piece of flesh on top of her slit… limp, soft thighs… she let herself drift on the quiet river…

My aunt’s position was so strange.. her mouth was still tightly holding the buffalo pole, I could feel her tongue still lightly caressing around the head.. her legs were limp as if she had no strength left.. her relaxed position accidentally made my hand touch her breast.. it was stiff, my fingers lightly caressed the top of her breast.. like an electric current made her chest lift up, suddenly my two arms hugged her…

Happy…indescribable happy..it’s like someone accidentally picked up a bill on a deserted street..caressing and touching it, not knowing what to do, feeling regretful and afraid that someone would drop it and come back to ask for the bill back.

Because in just a few days…my aunt will go to school far away…no more…the feeling of losing money…this body is like a precious thing…about to leave…drift away, never to be found again..

Aunt closed her thighs… the soft flesh tray of young grass covered her face… thick and curvaceous breasts gently rubbed on the tip of her nose, the water covered… slimy and overflowing…

Down there, my aunt has released the stake… it seems that in her wandering, the feeling of flying high rises… she is also regretting the young, white, pink buffalo stake with a sweet, red bamboo shoot. Every now and then, my aunt gently rubs the area around her, her tongue sticks out and strokes the top of the dripping head… it nods along with her lips, gently sucking… the feeling rises and falls in her heart…

I didn’t dare to do anything…I didn’t dare to overcome the feeling of my aunt saying…she wanted to fuck me, but she was afraid of incest …she was afraid that our family would encounter bad luck and disaster if we put her in there…

but I crave it so much.. I gently push my aunt’s butt up.. the meat tray is flickering right at the tip of my nose, my finger rubs along the groove.. rubs the protruding piece of meat.. goes down, gently inserts my finger in.. oh.. soft.. warm, faint feeling.. it caresses the narrow cave.. the curved finger.. ripples, tracing my aunt’s narrow cave.. suddenly my aunt reaches down and pushes my middle finger in.. ah.. I understand.. turning my two fingers sideways, I press my thumb deep into the piece of meat outside.. my aunt screams, she sucks my buffalo pole again.. sucking quickly, hurriedly..

The feeling of wanting to be filled increased strongly in my aunt, her ass arched up and down to the rhythm of my hand’s thrusts..the sound of “uh huh” came from her mouth again..tuu ugh…oh so good…so good L…so good

splat splat…my fingers went in and out following the moans of something…shaking, the water flowed out following the emotions of my aunt reaching the climax, wet…I tilted my neck out…suddenly my whole body shivered because of the mute girl’s shadow faintly visible outside the mosquito net, her fingers were lifting the mosquito net to look in…my aunt and I were still immersed in emotions

I stopped…silence

aunt closed her ass tightly as if swallowing two fingers…

The aunt turned her head back, smiled and raised her hand to wave lightly when she saw the mute girl. The mute girl lifted the mosquito net and stepped lightly up.

creak…the sound of the bed frame shaking lightly…the mute girl’s shadow standing close by bent down to look at my aunt Tham and I still facing each other…man below, girl above…naked and wet down there…when my aunt leaned over…smiling and pulling the mute girl closer…my aunt’s hand gently stroked the mute girl’s cheek, rubbed down her back, around to the mute girl’s breasts which were full of colostrum…my aunt whispered…have you been looking for a long time?

she nodded silently…

Aunt gently took off her mute shirt… her whispering voice drifted lightly in the room… did she want him?

I just saw her nod her head slightly…

My aunt’s fingers stroked quickly… the mute girl’s dress had only two thin strings… light pink color that her husband had instructed her to wear… gently drifting down to the mute girl’s white and pink heels. Spread out, lying aimlessly on the mat… my eyes closed, opened… vaguely saw the mute girl’s figure still bent slightly… the white and pink belly of a pregnant woman who had been pregnant for several months… bulging out a thick, large pubic mound… the grass was only sparse and still vaguely pubic hair… it seemed like the slit was also wet when the mute girl gently stretched her legs… slowly sat down…

Aunt Tham smiled… bowed slightly and whispered…

you

Yes

fuck me, but gently…i’m craving it