The moment my lips made contact, her body betrayed her. A hot, thick gush of her release shot out, coating my chin, my neck, the sheets beneath us.

The sound of her pleasure was obscene—a wet, squelching noise as her juices sprayed against my face, her pussy clenching around nothing, her thighs trembling with the force of it.

Another spurt followed, then another, her body pulsing as she came hard, her release dripping down my throat, my chin, everywhere.

Angela’s laughter was dark, her voice dripping with amusement as she watched Diana’s reaction. "You..." she teased, her fingers tracing the curve of Diana’s hip, "why are you reacting like this is your first time?"

Diana’s breath came in ragged gasps, her face still flushed, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her climax.

She bit her lip, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure as she panted, "It is my first time..." Her voice was soft, almost shy, but there was a pride there, too. A quiet, unshakable certainty. "I’ve been waiting for Dexter... all my life..." She looked at me, her gaze burning with devotion. "Only he is worthy of me..."

And fuck if that didn’t make my cock throb even harder.

I looked up at her from between her thighs, my lips glistening with her release, my chin and neck coated in her juices. My voice was a dark, possessive growl, rough with need. "Then let me worship you, Diana..." I murmured, the words vibrating against her trembling skin. "Like the queen you are."

And with that, I dove back in.

My tongue swirled through her thick, soaked curls, the dark strands clinging to my lips as I lapped at her slit. The taste of her was intoxicating—musky, sweet, hers.

I could feel her pussy pulsing beneath my tongue, still sensitive from her first climax, the lips swollen and tight, like a virgin’s. Every flick of my tongue made her jerk, her hips bucking involuntarily as if she couldn’t decide whether to pull away or press closer.

Diana moaned, her voice a broken, needy whimper. "Aaah... hmmm... wait... don’t... aaaah... no..." Her hand found my head, her fingers tangling in my hair, not to push me away, but to hold me there, her grip trembling.

"I... I... am..." She couldn’t even finish the sentence, her body betraying her as another wave of pleasure crashed over her. Her pussy was so sensitive, the slightest touch sending sparks through her, her thighs quivering as she fought to keep from coming again.

I could feel it—how close she was. Her slit was dripping, her curls drenching my face as I lapped at her, her juices coating my tongue, my chin. Her clit was swollen, throbbing beneath my touch, and I knew if I didn’t stop, she’d shatter again.

But fuck, it was hard to pull away. Her taste, her scent, the way her body responded to me—it was addictive.

My cock was throbbing, harder than ever, the veins pulsing with need, the tip leaking pre-cum as I imagined sinking into her tight, untouched heat. The thought alone made my hips buck, my cock aching for relief.

And then Angela was there.

Her hands slid around me from behind, her body pressing against my back as she reached for my cock. Her fingers wrapped around my cock, her grip firm as she began to stroke me, her thumb swiping over the leaking tip.

"Mmm, someone’s desperate," she purred, her voice a low, teasing whisper against my ear. Then, without warning, she slapped my cock against Diana’s pussy, the wet thwack of skin against skin filling the room.

Diana gasped, her back arching as the head of my cock brushed against her slit, the heat of me pressing against her soaked curls.

"Ah—! D-Dexter...!" she cried out, her fingers tightening in my hair, her body trembling. The contact was electric—my cock, hard and throbbing, pressing against her virgin-tight entrance, the tip already leaking against her skin.

Angela didn’t stop there. She slapped my cock against Diana again, this time dragging the head of my cock through her folds, the slick, obscene sound of her arousal coating me. "Look at you," Angela murmured, her voice thick with amusement.

"Both of you dripping for each other..." She did it again, teasing us both, the head of my cock pressing against Diana’s clit, making her jolt, her hips jerking as pleasure shot through her.

Diana’s breath came in sharp, uneven gasps, her body trembling as Angela continued to tease her with my cock. "N-No..." she whimpered, but there was no conviction in her voice, only need. Her pussy was pulsing, her curls glistening with her arousal, and I could feel how close she was to coming again—just from the touch of my cock against her.

Angela’s grip on me tightened, her strokes growing slower, more deliberate, as she dragged my cock through Diana’s folds once more.

"Should I let him in, Diana?" she asked, her voice a dark, teasing purr. "Or do you want to beg for it first?"

Diana’s eyes were wide, her face flushed, her body aching for more. She bit her lip, her gaze flickering between Angela and me, her voice barely a whisper. "I... I..." She couldn’t find the words, her mind too fogged with pleasure, with need.

But her body knew what it wanted.

Her hips shifted, her pussy seeking my cock, her slit pressing against the head as if begging for me to fill her. The sight of her—soaked, trembling, desperate—made my cock twitch, my balls drawing up tight with the need to claim her.

Angela’s laugh was dark, her voice dripping with satisfaction, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. "I think she’s ready, Dexter..." she murmured, her grip on my cock tightening as she guided me toward Diana’s entrance. Her fingers traced the head of my cock, smearing the pre-cum over the sensitive tip before pressing it against Diana’s soaked slit.

And fuck, I was ready too.

My cock twitched at the contact, the heat of Diana’s pussy radiating against me, her curls drenching the head as Angela pushed my hips forward.

The resistance was immediate—Diana’s entrance was tight, untouched, her body instinctively clenching against the invasion. But Angela didn’t relent. With a firm, deliberate pressure, she pushed me deeper, and with a wet, obscene pop, the tip of my cock slid inside.

"Aaah—fuck—" I groaned, the word tearing from my throat as Diana’s virgin heat enveloped me. "Aunt... it’s too tight..."

The sensation was overwhelming—her walls clamping around me like a vice, her pussy pulsing as if it were trying to push me out even as her body ached to take me in. The tightness was unreal, her slit stretching around just the tip of my cock, the pressure almost painful in the best possible way.