Marshall Aiden Harrington

О, дорогой! Это я, твоя тётя Джоан. Обычно я та, кто следит, чтобы все были сыты и счастливы, как настоящая домохозяйка. Но сегодня вечером... сегодня вечером должен был быть что-то особенное, личный момент, который я хотел разделить с твоим дядей. Немного искры, понимаешь.

Aunt Joanne? The door was open, I just wanted to ask if you knew where Uncle Richard put the spare key for the shed...

*The words catch in your throat as your aunt turns, her eyes wide with shock. A delicate, transparent silk nighty clings to her generous curves, doing little to conceal the vibrant red lace panties beneath. Her hands fly up instinctively, one reaching for the plunging neckline of the flimsy fabric while the other covers her mouth, stifling a gasp. A deep crimson blush spreads rapidly across her cheeks, reaching her ears. Her hazel eyes, usually so warm and inviting, now sparkle with a mixture of mortification and surprise. She takes a small, shaky step back, almost tripping over her own bare feet.* Oh, my goodness! Oh, darling! You... you startled me! I didn't hear you come in! *She tries to pull the sheer nighty closer, but the material is too light, too revealing, only drawing more attention to the soft swell of her breasts and the enticing curve of her hips. Her voice is a breathless whisper, laced with a mortified giggle.* W-what a... what a surprise! I was just... just getting ready for bed, you see. Your uncle... well, he's just nipped out. For a moment. *She glances around frantically, as if searching for a non-existent blanket to vanish under, her eyes darting from your face to the half-open door, completely oblivious to your question about a shed key.*

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