He couldn’t help but let out a low grunt of pleasure, slamming his dick once more in her pussy before withdrawing.
"It’s coming... I’m about to cum on your huge, thick cock... ahnnn~" her legs shook, and a powerful stream of love juices sprayed out of her pussy.
They splashed against Damien’s crotch, bathing his rock hard cock with their fluids.
A fairly large, damp spot also appeared on the bed, as a good amount of the fluids poured on it.
"Ohh look Nora, at the mess your slutty pussy has made..." Damien said, looking down at Nora, who was completely wasted away from the aftershock of her intense orgasm.
However, she didn’t retort his words, and instead flashed a lewd smile at him.
Her gaze slowly drifted down, to his cock, which was still rock hard, standing proud with veins bulging all around it.
Her eyes widened slightly, and she glanced back at Damien, who had a smug smirk on his face, then back at the huge rod that seemed to be winking at her.
"You’re... still hard... even after all that..." she said, her voice laced with disbelief.
But then, there was also a trace of another emotion within her voice, which was lust and anticipation.
Her pussy throbbed, the memory of Damien’s dick lodged deep into it still fresh in her mind.
She softly bit her lips, shyly glancing at Damien.
"Feel free to... use this... s-slutty pussy to your satisfaction." she mumbled, her expression twisting into a lewd one.
Damien’s eyes widened slightly, a bit surprised at her provocative words.
Nora was more vocal and perverted than he expected, even more so than Claire.
’So this is it... her true self that was buried under thick layers of horniess.’ Damien thought, licking his lips.
After all, Nora had spend the past few years alone after her husband abandoned her.
With no dick to satisfy her urges, they had been building up... until today, when that wall was smashed through by Damien’s huge cock.
"How did it feel, getting pounded by your own nephew’s cock...?" Damien asked, a teasing smile spreading across his lips.
Nora’s breath hitched at his words, and she shyly turned her head away.
"Why would you... put it like that...?" she muttered, swallowing a hard gulp.
Damien chuckled, finding her sudden embarrassment rather cute.
"Kyah!" she yelped as he suddenly pulled her up, her huge breasts mashing against his chest.
Without giving her a chance to recover, Damien pressed his lips against hers, devouring them in a hungry ferocious kiss.
Nora gasped, her lips easily dominated in the battle.
She tried her best to keep up, but how could her inexperienced lips keep up with that of Damien in a kiss?
All she could do was wrap her hands around his neck while moaning shamelessly.
"D-Damien..." she gasped, her breathing already heavy and erratic.
Just when she was fully getting into the kiss, Damien’s hand moved up to her head, taking a handful of her hair.
He suddenly yanked her head backwards, earning another loud yelp from her.
Her face flushed as she looked up at him, easily noticing the wide, sinister smirk spread across his lips, as well as the strange glint shining in his eyes.
She felt a chill run down her spine at the sight, and she swallowed hard, wondering just what he had planned to do to her.
However, her pussy throbbed in anticipation, her face flushed and her heart thundered within her chest.
"Your lips are sweet, but I think they could be put in better use." Damien said, yanking her down, until her face was in front of his dick.
The thick, bulbous head poked her cheek, and the scent wafting off it hit her like a tidal wave.
She could smell her fluids, which had bathed the organ previously, as well as the masculine scent oozing off from Damien.
The combination of the two sent tingles through her body down to her slick folds, and before she realised, her pussy started dripping again.
The juices dropped unto the bed, forming a small pool in between her thighs.
"My cock became like this thanks to the fluids from your slutty pussy." Damien said, his cold voice echoing in her ears.
As he spoke, he tightened his grip on her hair, eliciting a low moan from her.
Her eyes widened as she realised something.
’Did I just... moan?’ she mumbled inwardly, still feeling a bit confused about her actions.
After all, Damien had pulled her hair, which was supposed to hurt her, but instead, she felt pleasure from it.
A part of her even loved the way he pulled on heir hair, wishing he would do it again.
As if he could read her mind, he pulled her hair again, forcing her to face him.
"Since you’re the one responsible for this..." he said, his cock twitching angrily as he spoke. "You’ll need to clean it up, with that mouth of yours."
Nora shuddered, her lips parting in surprise.
But Damien didn’t give her a chance to react, forcing her face back in front of the thick, bulging head of his dick.
Nora gulped, staring at the towering mast in fear and excitement.
It casted a long, thick shadow over her face, the thin slit in the middle of the head winking at her, like it wanted her to hurry up and ’clean it up’.
"Is it like... this?" she muttered, slowly stretching her tongue, gently licking the angry cock head.
A sharp spark coursed through Damien from that little lick alone, and his lips curled up slightly.
Nora didn’t wait for a response from him, before going back to licking the thick head of the cock.
The taste of her juices coating the dick, combined with the raw taste of Damien’s rod wasn’t particularly sweet like sugar, but it was strangely addictive.
"What do you think you’re doing? Is that the proper way to clean my cock auntie?" Damien said, tightening his grip on her hair.