Visiting the aunt

I hadn't seen Aunt Bianca in years. I found her on the living room couch, sunlight cutting across her bare thighs. She looked at me the same way she always had—warm, welcoming—but something had changed. Her robe hung open just enough to show the heavy curve of her tits, the soft swell of her cleavage catching the light. She smiled, slow, like she could feel my eyes on her skin. She pulled me close, her perfume thick in the air, and my hands found her waist. Her body was warm under the silk. I felt her press closer, her breath against my ear, soft and knowing. She led me to the bedroom without a word, shedding the robe as she walked. My gaze stayed on the sway of her hips, the full, round shape of her ass. Bianca turned, her blonde hair falling over one shoulder, and pulled me down with her. Her mouth found mine, slow and deep. Her tongue slid against mine, her hands already working my belt open. She spread her legs for me on the sheets, guiding my fingers between them. She was wet, slick, her clit swollen under my touch. She moaned low when I pushed two fingers inside her, her cunt gripping me tight. She rolled onto her stomach, lifting her ass for me. I spread her open, spit on her tight hole, and pressed the head of my cock against it. She pushed back, taking me slow, her breath hitching as I filled her. Every inch made her moan louder, her fingers clutching the sheets. I fucked her deep, her ass clenching around me, her body shaking with each thrust. She came with a sharp cry, her pussy dripping onto the bed, her ass gripping my cock until I spilled inside her, heat flooding her in thick pulses. She stayed there, breathing hard, my cum leaking out of her as she smiled over her shoulder, satisfied.