He was shoving as hard as he could with his cock, straining to push the hot knob of it right up inside her brain. Deep in her cunt, he could feel that his foreskin had peeled all the way back from his cockhead, and still he strained and pushed harder, grinding his brown hair hard against her black-haired cunt. She was pushing back, and grasping at the back and the arm of the couch. Her teeth were clenched and her eyes were shut and she was whipping her head and shoulders from side to side, making her raven tresses fly about her head. Now he felt her cunt close down on his cock and squeeze it very hard, as if wringing it out, but actually injecting it and him with enormous pleasures. She held very still while her cunt squeezed his cock, and then all at once she uttered an explosive little cry and relaxed. The tight nose left her face. A languid smile appeared on her ruby lips, and she opened her eyes and looked at him very warmly.

"I had a nice little cum. That makes us even. Do you think you're going to like fucking, Jim?"

"Yes! I do already."

She lazily drew back her hips and eased them forward, and smiled at the way the slick friction made him gasp. She moved her hips, lazily and slowly, as she said, "Do you like to play with girls' tits, Jim? I see you looking at my tits all the time."

He nodded, staring at all he could see of them, and that was quite a lot but not enough. "Could I play with your tits just a little?"

"Well see," said his aunt, and kept her sly grin and her smooth hips working while she slowly and carefully untied the knot of her halter.

She could feel his hands twitching on her thighs as she began playing with her tits. He was gaping and panting while she squeezed and fondled the soft, heavy globes, and he was licking his lips and squirming his bone-hard cock in her cunt while she expertly pulled her stiff nipples to finer points.

"Let me see your tongue, Jim," she said.