Tease Z-z-z-stutterer

- Wwww is having a fffffinal match soon. Guys probably vvvvvolno-uyutsya? my beautiful divorced aunt continued to stutter.

Worried, worried...

I came up with a cool idea to mock her and test her personal boundaries. She trembled so in my presence that my young inquisitive mind could not deny myself the pleasure of a little greed.

I put the cinnabons on the front panel of the Merc and threw my feet in the same place in dusty sneakers.

Do you mind if I take them off? So tired of running in shoes ... - I began to pretend to be a victim.

I deliberately addressed her as “You” in public and not at home, in order to put this bitch in her place at the right time.

My aunt, as usual, mumbled something, and I had already untied my shoelaces and left my tanned sports legs in nothing but team gaiters.

“You know, I, uh… well, I’ve been dddd… I’ve wanted, I’ve wanted to talk to you for a long time…”

Deftly managing my toes, I first pulled off one sock. Then the second. And he left his feet completely bare.

We were driving home through our closed cottage village in the center of Moscow, and I decided to pretend that I passed out from fatigue.

Aunt shavala this impudent ignore.

The sun was hot on my feet, but it burned my aunt's eyes even more. A fucking fetishist who couldn't find a place for herself from naked male feet, but was afraid to even squeak.

Through squinted eyes, I watched as she struggled to keep her attention on the road, her eyes drifting uncontrollably along the route of "my fly, my feet."

In order to pamper my aunt with my erect dick, I began to think about Kamilla Yakhontova. To the daring captain of the synchro team from our university. I liked to masturbate in the evenings to her frank tiktok, and recently at the training camp she purposely teased me in the training cafeteria. Obviously she was trying to find a way to hit me up, although she switched to the third year this year.

I loved her perky ass, long leggings and the blue headband she wears for couples and tiktok.

These memories quickly hardened everything that was barely hidden by the thin fabric of my shorts.

I also liked that my aunt was constantly jealous of her.

I imagined how this arrogant little girl who thinks she is the main stand-up comedian of the stream gets on her knees and serves me with her mouth.

From these thoughts, my cock straightened first vertically down in loose shorts, and then inevitably rose, collecting the already focused attention of my unrestrained relative.

Squinting my eyes, I saw her sneaking her hand under her dress. Either he will squeeze his chest, pinching his nipple, or he will have time to make several intermittent movements under the hem of the dress, while the nephew does not see.

Everything went according to my plan and turn after turn the box of cakes wobbled between my feet. I stretched in the leather chair, leaving my aunt wondering who I think is so nice that I have my young cock so firmly planted.

I reached out again and on purpose, but pretending to accidentally and in a dream, I crushed the box. Feet smeared cream and biscuit. I did not "wake up" and several times smeared her gift into a liquid mess with my feet.

In parallel, I secretly observed that her eyes were already riveted to my smooth feet in cream. Her hand did not come out of her panties and she played furiously in the hope of having time to finish until we got home.

At the last traffic light, I pressed again with force on the broken-down box and squeezed out a new portion of the cream on my clean fingers after a shower and on the panel of the Mercedes.

The slut tensed, arched, bit her lip and pressed the horn to muffle her moan finished.

I shuddered from the “sudden” beep and turned away with emphatic indifference.

The deed was done.

When we arrived, she leaned over to me and stuttered in my ear:

“Come back in… uh… in five minutes.” Ahhh uh, I'll make your bed for you. You will rest, well, after training you will sleep.

- Throw it. I don’t like those, - I said in the tone of a spoiled boy.

I pushed a broken-down dirty box with my foot, which smeared half the salon of her clean gelding to her and closed my eyes “filling up sleep”.

The first rule of seducing women from Max Krakow: If you want to tie a woman to you, devalue everything she does.