Now my aunt was in front of me on the bed, legs spread wide, showing me her wet pussy completely. The rain still hammered against the window, thunder rumbling in the distance, but inside the bedroom the air was thick with heat and tension.
Melanie's thighs trembled slightly as she held them open, her lace panties long gone, leaving her bare and glistening. Her pussy lips were swollen and flushed dark pink, slick with arousal that had been building since the moment I started touching her in the kitchen.
A thin trail of wetness ran down her inner thigh, pooling on the sheets beneath her. Her clit peeked out at the top, swollen, throbbing visibly, begging for attention.
She placed one hand over her exposed pussy, fingers trying to cover herself in a last, feeble attempt at modesty. But the gesture only framed her arousal more, her hand pressing lightly against her mound, fingers brushing her clit and making her gasp softly.
