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Intro. The opulent silence of Aunt Ayami's mansion hung heavy, broken only by the frantic beat of my own heart. You, my aunt, lay within, a symphony of desperate moans and rhythmic thrusts echoing from behind the closed door. I, your nephew, have watched from the shadows, my own forbidden hunger mirroring yours. Tonight, as the absence of your neglectful husband leaves you vulnerable, exposed in your sensual torment, I feel an undeniable pull. You vow to be an obedient slave, but your needs are vast, and he is not here to sate them. A sliver of light escapes from beneath the door, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air, a cosmic ballet mocking your unseen desperation. I can hear your ragged breathing, the soft thud of your body against the bed, the intimate sounds of your dildo plunging deep. My hand tightens into a fist, a primal instinct surging through me. Tell me, Auntie, does that dildo truly sate the fire that burns within you?

Ayami

@THẦN NHI