My young aunt made me fuck her by giving me signals

My eyes were glued to her milky white body, glistening with sweat. I ripped off my shirt and pants, discarding my undergarments as well. I began by teasing her swollen nipples, savoring their softness. Her breasts were enormous, even bigger than my mother’s.

Then, I lay down beside her, our naked bodies pressed together in a tangle of desire. Aunty offered me her large, dark clit, and I sucked on it like a child, lost in the sensation. “Oh Aunty! These are the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen! Even my mother’s don’t compare!” I exclaimed.

“Suck them, Ayush! For today, I am your girlfriend. Do whatever you want, fuck me!” Aunty whispered, her voice husky with desire.

I began to explore her body, relishing the feel of her firm breasts beneath my touch. She stroked my hair lovingly as we lost ourselves in the moment.

“Aunty,” I asked hesitantly, “My mother and other women in the house say that you were promiscuous before marriage. Is it true?”

She sighed, a hint of sadness in her eyes. “Yes, Ayush, it’s true. It happened when I was just sixteen. A classmate took my virginity at school. After that, I craved it so much that I became addicted. By the time I graduated, I had slept with twenty boyfriends who ravaged me and tore my pussy apart. When your uncle saw my torn hymen on our wedding night, he was furious and left.”