
"Ohhh, Carl… Ohhh fuck me my darling… fuck me to death!"
Carl bit her back and then kissed it. His hips were working steadily now, rooting the head of that huge cock deeper all the time.
"You're the best fuck in the world, Mona," he gasped.
"Only because you are," she breathed back. Her knuckles were white as she clasped the edge of the billiard table.
Vicky tried to swallow but found her mouth dry. She managed to lick her lips and pull herself together somewhat before putting her eye back to the crack in the sliding door.
"Yesssss…" Mona was plunging and roiling her ass, moving against the surging power of Carl's lovemaking. His cock was buried to the hilt now and Vicky could hear the sucking, slick sounds of their fuck. There was an unmistakable aroma of hot pussy, too, which drifted through the tiny opening she was using. There was certainly nothing dirty about the smell. There was even a hint of perfume along with it. Expensive perfume. And for the first time Vicky found herself amused by what she observed. The only way to describe that overall scent was to call it the smell of very pampered cunt. And so her aunt was just that. A very pampered cunt.
"Deeper… deeper my darling!" Mona's head flopped on the green felt. She was drooling a little. Vicky found herself very excited. Even though she hadn't resolved her moral uncertainties, the witnessing of the event was terribly thrilling. To watch her strong, virile father really slap the meat to good old Aunt Mona! It served Florence right for pulling that silly headache bit all the time. Mona wasn't going to let a headache get in the way at a time like this.
