I started moving.

The motion was agonizingly slow, my hips drawing back with deliberate control. Her inner walls immediately fought me, clenching hard, greedy and desperate, trying to keep me buried deep inside her.

The suction was unmistakable, a hot, wet vacuum that resisted every fraction of an inch. Her pussy gripped me like a fist wrapped in molten silk, the tight ring of muscle at her entrance squeezing around my thick shaft as I withdrew.

Millimeter by millimeter, the slick, glistening length of my cock emerging from her body.

The wet, sliding friction sounds filled the room, obscene, intimate, unmistakable. A thick, squelching glide as her creamy arousal coated me completely, strands of it stretching and breaking between us.

Her inner folds dragged visibly along my length, pulled outward in glistening, pink petals before slowly snapping back with wet little pops.

Eleanor’s breath caught sharply in her throat, a ragged gasp that broke into a low, throaty groan. Her fingers twisted harder into the light sheets, knuckles bone-white, the fabric tearing faintly under her nails with a soft rip as she tried to anchor herself against the overwhelming pull.

Her hips lifted involuntarily, chasing my cock, her pelvis rising off the mattress in a desperate attempt to keep me buried deep inside her.

I kept withdrawing. Almost completely out.

Only the thick, swollen head remained nestled between her flushed, swollen lips. Her entrance gaped slightly now, visibly stretched, glistening, pulsing open and closed in frantic little flutters, dripping with her wetness.

The cool night air kissed my slick cock, making it twitch hard against her heat. A thick strand of her arousal stretched from her gaping pussy to the head of my shaft, trembling, shining in the golden light before it finally broke and fell onto the sheets.

Her dark eyes were wide, pupils blown, locked on mine with raw, shattered intensity. The taboo of it, my aunt’s cunt stretched and dripping around her nephew’s cock, hung heavy between us, sharpening every sensation into something devastating.

Then I drove back in.

I thrust forward with heavy, controlled power. The thick head parted her again, sinking deep in one long, strong stroke. Her pussy yielded with a wet, sucking sound, walls fluttering wildly around me as I filled her completely once more.

The friction was even more intense on the way in, scorching heat swallowing every inch until I bottomed out hard, my pelvis grinding against her spread pussy, balls pressed tight against her.

The lantern light cast shifting gold across our bodies as the air between us thickened with heat and the raw weight of what we were doing.

My hands planted firmly on the bed on either side of her shoulders. My palms pressed deep into the mattress, fingers spreading wide and sinking into the soft sheets as I braced my weight. The fabric bunched beneath my grip, the mattress creaking faintly under the added pressure.

Her hands moved to my back.

Her palms slid up my damp skin with desperate hunger, fingers spreading wide across my shoulder blades first, then dragging downward, nails scraping lightly before digging in harder. She gripped me tightly, pulling me closer, her fingertips pressing into the muscles along my spine as if she needed to anchor herself to me. The heat of her hands burned against my skin, each point of contact sending tiny shocks through me.

I started moving.

I pulled back slowly, hips drawing away with heavy control. My cock dragged through her tight, clinging heat, the thick shaft stretching her walls on the retreat. Her pussy fought me again, that powerful, wet suction gripping every inch, her inner muscles rippling and squeezing as if trying to keep me locked inside her. The slick, filthy sounds of her wetness filled the narrow space between us: a slow, obscene squelch as her creamy arousal coated me completely.

Eleanor’s breath hitched sharply against my neck. Her nails dug deeper into my back, creating crescent points of pressure that bordered on pain. A low, broken groan vibrated from her chest into mine.

I drove forward again.

My hips rolled down with more force this time, sinking my cock back into her in one long, heavy thrust. The wet slap of our bodies meeting was louder now, her pussy swallowing me completely until I bottomed out deep inside her, the head of my cock pressing hard against that sensitive spot that made her whole body jerk. Her walls fluttered wildly around my full length, pulsing and milking me in rhythmic waves.

Her hands tightened on my back, fingers sliding through the sweat on my skin as she held on. Her legs, still pinned back, trembled against my sides. Her full breasts pressed firmly against my chest with every thrust, her hard nipples dragging across my skin.

I set a steady, driving rhythm.

Each pull back was deliberate and deep, dragging my glistening cock almost to the tip before plunging back in with increasing weight. The mattress shifted and creaked beneath us. Her hands roamed my back, clutching, clawing, pulling me harder into her with every stroke. Her moans grew louder, less controlled, each one timed to the heavy slap of my hips meeting her spread pussy.

Her nails raked down my back as she surrendered to the forbidden fullness, her body rising to meet every thrust as I fucked her harder against the sheets.

Her breath was hot and ragged against my shoulder. Her pussy clenched tighter with every stroke, pulling me deeper, the wet sounds of our joining growing wetter, filthier, more urgent as the rhythm built between us.

I felt it, that elusive spot deep inside her that I still wasn’t quite reaching. No matter how deep I buried myself, something was just out of reach. Frustration and raw need coiled tighter in my gut.

Then it hit me.

My cock swelled even harder inside her, pulsing violently. I thrust deep one final time and held there, buried to the absolute hilt. Thick, heavy ropes of cum erupted from me, flooding her pussy in powerful, endless spurts. Each pulse throbbed against her clenching walls as I emptied myself completely, filling her with hot, sticky seed until it was too much. I felt it leaking out around the base of my cock, coating her swollen lips and dripping slowly down onto the sheets.

I collapsed forward onto her.

My full weight pressed her deeper into the mattress. Our chests heaved together, skin sliding against sweat-slick skin. Her breasts were crushed beneath me, her hard nipples dragging against my chest with every ragged breath. Her hands remained locked on my back, nails still embedded in my skin. Our hearts hammered against each other in the sudden, heavy silence.

Then the system notification appeared, glowing faintly at the edge of my vision.

[Extraction incomplete. Eleanor hasn’t released yet]

No way.

The words echoed in my head, sharp and disbelieving. My cock was still twitching inside her, still buried deep in my aunt’s cum-filled pussy, and she hadn’t come yet.

I lifted off her slowly.

My hands slid under her body, gripping her ribs firmly. My fingers sank deep into the soft, yielding flesh just beneath her breasts, feeling the rapid rise and fall of her breathing. I pulled her up with me. Her body was limp and heavy with exhaustion and need, but she moved with me. I turned her over onto her stomach, then guided her hips higher.

She ended up bent over on the bed, ass raised high, face and chest pressed down into the ruined sheets. Her knees were spread wide, back deeply arched. My cum was already leaking from her well-fucked pussy, thick, pearly strands sliding down her swollen lips and inner thighs in slow, glistening trails.

I positioned myself behind her, hands still locked firmly on her ribs, thumbs pressing into the smooth skin of her back. Both of us were breathing hard, raw, animal sounds in the quiet room. My cock, still hard and slick with our combined fluids, rested heavy against her ass, twitching with renewed hunger.

"I’m going to make you release," I said, my voice low and rough against the back of her neck.

My fingers tightened on her ribs, holding her exactly where I wanted her.