Ronnie watched her aunt throw her head back. Her large eyes closed and she had a look of happiness on her face. Her belly pulled in under her ribs and she rocked her curvy hips on the bed. From the tangle of his underwear, Ronnie could see Mark's cock jutting up. His glans was as smooth as the skin of a mushroom. A flame of pleasure jolted through Ronnie's body. Her breathing was uneven now and she could feel her nipples pressing against the silk of her blouse. She had tits almost as big as her aunt's rounded orbs. But her nipples were bigger. And Ronnie wondered if perhaps her brown nubs weren't more sensitive too. If someone like Mark had put his tongue against her like he was doing to Roslyn, Ronnie knew she'd have to scream.
Ronnie started to lift her camera to press the lens against the screen. But she knew she couldn't get off a shot without them hearing the shutter. They weren't making enough noise to cover her stealth.
Roslyn had her hands in the boy's skivvies again. She made him scoot up so she could slide his clothing down and over his knees. The guy had a nice bod. Ronnie pressed her thighs together and rocked her hips. She had roughly the same build as her aunt. Big, gracefully curved hips, mature thighs, nice calves. A full-blown bod. To go with her image, Ronnie painted her fingernails dark red and wore lipstick. Her dark hair looked best in a sophisticated European style that fell in loose curls over her shoulders. She tried to imagine herself doing what Roslyn was doing. She was sure that the young man would appreciate her as well.