"Bring it here," she demanded. "To my lips."

Paul reached up with his arm and brought the gooey finger to Su Ling's mouth, where she maoned loudly and sucked it in, her hot tongue washing over the tip, cleaning the precum and sucking the entire finger like a cock. She

eyed Paul as she did it, knowing the effect it was having on him. She smiled, her lips curling around his finger that was down her throat.

The look did it, plus the constant pressure of her hand on his nuts.

Paul's cock erupted, a thick river of hot spunk jettisoning from his

twitching cockhead and landing with a splast up his chest and across her top

scissoring thigh and even onto Paul's sputtering face. His aunt laughed

evily and kept mauling his balls until his cock stopped spurting its load and shrunk down to normal size. Still, Aunty Su Ling twisted his nuts in her hand before finally letting go.

"Mmmm, that's a lot of cum, I love it when I make the young ones pop their rocks, it's sooooooooo much juice," she sighed, using her hand to rub Paul's massive load into the top thigh that was sliced into his throat until it shone with spunk from her tiny short shorts leg to her knee. She used that hand to scoop up more of his cum from his belly and chest.

Unlocking her brutal scissors, she ran the load from her hand over the inside of her creamy thigh before slamming it back down before Paul could move, the spunked-up muscles of her inner thigh splashing on his mouth. She locked up and had him in a scissor-smother, her muscular thigh cutting off his air,

leaving only his terror-filled eyes exposed.

"Suck it up," she hissed, hand on her slim hip. "Lick that thigh clean!!" Paul had no choice and slathered his aunt's powerful thigh with his tongue, swallowing every drop of his own juice that she'd put there. He was nearly unconscious when she finally let go. Choking, he got to his knees and coughed. His aunt laughed and stood up. "Put your neck here, in my calves," she said, standing before him. "From behind, put your neck in my calves. NOW!!" Paul meekly obeyed and Su Ling instantly stood on crossed feet, her muscular calves slicing mercilessly into Paul's neck. She ordered him to untie her sneakers, and he obeyed. "Now slip off my socks and smell them," she said. "Go on…" Paul had to obey, taking one sweaty white sock off and inhaling the foul vapors, then doing the other one. When he was done he looked down to the non-painted toenails of his aunt's pretty feet. She laughed and bent down to slip his head further down her lower leg lock until his mouth was at her feet.