Lucian stood over Eloise, his eyes gleaming with a mix of dominance and admiration.
Her breath came in shallow gasps, her motherly chest rising and falling as she lay beneath him, a look of exhaustion and satisfaction playing across her features.
"I didn’t expect you to be so rough, nephew," she murmured, her voice low and hoarse, her lips curling into a faint smile.
Lucian’s smirk deepened, his eyes tracing the lines of her form, "you didn’t seem to mind."
Eloise chuckled, her laughter soft and filled with a playful satisfaction, "true. I might have enjoyed it more than I expected."
He admired her for a moment longer, his gaze lingering on the way her body glistened with his cum and her sweat.
Her golden hair framed her flushed face, and the faint sheen of perspiration on her skin seemed to catch the dim light of the room.
Eloise’s hand slowly reached for him, her fingers grazing his arm as she pulled him closer, her voice sultry as she whispered, "don’t tell me you’re done already."
Lucian’s eyes darkened, the challenge in her words igniting something primal within him. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear, "not even close."
"Then, come and f*ck your aunt’s c*nt, nephew," Eloise demanded, spreading her legs wide open, revealing her swollen p*ssy’s lips, glistening with juices.
Lucian’s gaze drifted down, settling on the small patch of blonde hair that formed a neat triangle over her mound.
It was soft, fine, and natural, the flat part of the triangle perfectly aligned with her hips, drawing his attention in a way he couldn’t ignore.
He gently let his fingers slide over her slit, feeling the warmth radiating from her f*ckhole.
The skin was soft, delicate, and seemed to react to every touch.
As his fingers moved, her c*nt’s soft folds quivered slightly, a subtle jiggle as she shifted beneath him, her body inviting more contact.
Eloise’s breath hitched, and her hips bucked slightly when Lucian teased her clit with his thumb, brushing it lightly over her most sensitive spot.
Ohhh~~
Her reaction was instant — a soft groan escaping her lips, a signal that she wanted more.
He couldn’t resist continuing, letting his fingers glide along her slick warmth, the wetness spreading easily across his palm.
Her body responded naturally, her thighs tensing, her hips pressing forward, seeking more of his touch.
The wetness on his fingers was unmistakable, a sign of how deeply she was enjoying every moment.
Lucian smirked, still feeling the heat of the moment coursing through him, his d!ck eager for more.
His desire hadn’t faded in the slightest; in fact, it had only grown.
Without hesitation, he positioned himself at her wet entrance, the anticipation building as he pressed forward, letting out a deep grunt as he slid inside her.
"Ahh..." Eloise’s breath caught as she felt him enter her p*ssy, her body reacting instantly.
He could feel her stretch around him, her soft inner walls gripping tightly as he pushed deeper.
"Mmm, f*ck you’re so thick," she gasped, her voice trembling with a mix of surprise and pleasure, "I must say your c0ck sure is fat enough to make me feel like a virgin again,"
Lucian’s hands gripped her hips with a roughness that made her gasp, his f*cktool pistoning in and out of her with a ferocity that had her crying out in ecstasy.
His rhythm was steady at first, but soon the intensity built.
"Hmmm... yes... just like that," Eloise moaned, her hips moving in time with his.
Eloise moaned softly, her hips grinding against his fingers as he pumped them in and out of her.
Lucian added another finger, stretching her sh!thole wider as he saw how her p*ssy was getting more wetter.
"Do you want to f*ck your aunt’s this hole too!?" She grinned, turning around to expose her puckered hole to Lucian.
Lucian smirked, grabbing her hips and lining up his c0ck with her p*ssy.
"First, let me fill your womb with my milk, auntie," Lucian said as he plunged his d!ck into her wet hole, thrusting hard and fast without hesitation.
Mphh~~ Nhmm~
Eloise screamed in pleasure as Lucian f*cked her hard, his hardness pounding her cervix with every thrust.
Her voluptuous a*s bounced wildly with each thrust, and the sounds of their flesh clapping against each other filled the interior of the chariot.
Lucian’s hand tangled in her blonde locks, gripping firmly as he pulled her head back, exposing the curve of her neck.
The force of his tug caused her plump lips to part, her tongue slipping out and hanging loose like a dog, a low, breathless moan escaping her throat.
Her eyes fluttered shut, completely lost in the sensation, her body arching in response to the roughness of his grip.
Eloise’s free hand moved with urgency between her creamy legs, her fingers working frantically over her swollen, sensitive clit.
Each stroke was faster than the last, her slick fingers circling her clit with a desperate rhythm as waves of pleasure surged through her.
Her hips bucked, moving in time with her own hand, her body trembling under the dual intensity of Lucian’s rough thrust and her own touch.
Lucian felt his c0ck twitch, his balls tightening as he reached his peak.
"I’M COOOMINGGGG..."
"ME TOOOO... C...C*M INSIDE MY SL*TTY HOLE, FILL MY WOMB WITH YOUR C*M..."
Spurt~~
Squirt~~
Lucian moaned as he emptied his load deep inside Eloise’s hairy c*nt, his length twitching and pulsing with every spurt of seed.
Eloise moaned in ecstasy as she squirted all over Lucian’s thighs again, her juices mixing with his c*ck’s cream.
Lucian collapsed on top of her, his dragon still buried inside her p*ssy, as he caught his breath.
Eloise moaned softy, leaning back against him, her eyes half-closed as she enjoyed the post-orgasmic bliss.
"That was an amazing f*ck, nephew," Eloise purred, her voice thick with satisfaction.
Lucian smirked, nibbling on her earlobe, "your p*ssy sure knows how to milk a man dry, auntie."
Eloise chuckled softly, turning her head to capture his lips in a slow, sensual kiss.
Eloise’s lips parted slightly, inviting his tongue to dance with hers, deepening the kiss.
Lucian’s response was equally fervent. He kissed her deeply, his hands roaming over her voluptuous curves with an appreciative touch.
His fingers traced the contours of her hips and the swell of her breasts, savoring the softness of her skin.
Even though his c*ck had now softened, it remained nestled within her c*m-soaked p*ssy, their closeness palpable.