"Aunt, do you still have strength? I can't take it anymore."
Taylor, with limbs nearly weak, sat up, shyly pressed her legs together, her eyes glazed with desire, gazing passionately at Jake.
The handsome man before her had a visibly swollen, worm-like bulge between his legs. Taylor knew Jake was on the verge of losing control. She slowly climbed down from the dining table, disregarding the mess between her legs, slipped her sandals back on, and gestured with her eyes for Jake to head to the bedroom.
But Jake showed no intention of moving. Instead, he pointed at his erect cock and asked, "Aunt, I want..."
Though Taylor had limited sexual experience, she wasn't a virgin. She immediately understood what Jake meant. Linker had made similar requests before, but she had sternly refused, leaving him no choice but to settle for a handjob.
She couldn't understand why men were so fond of oral sex.
"No."
"Please, little aunt, just once, okay?" Jake resorted to his coquettish tactics.
