Celeste stops groaning and starts to take deep breaths in preparation. I’m on fire. Aunty sex Untamed and unforgiving, my pace and endurance are selfish — pummeling her sore pussy one moment, then teasing her lovingly the next. I feel a sensation deep within my body growing. Exhausted, I laid on top of her. Will it hurt? The intoxicating smell of sweat and sex filling the room as the unmistakable sounds of our passion ringing loud like metal rock music. I snarl back at her. The slapping of sweaty skin and primal grunts echoing throughout the room as she moans louder, screaming profanities and praise as each stroke slams against her cervix. Wave after wave of intense orgasms crashed into her. Determined not to let her escape, I’m thrusting harder and deeper.
