Timmy gets a second wind

Becky grabbed him in a headlock from behind, pulling his neck and back backward. His body was arched back, leaving Becky free to let her hands roam down his chest. She kissed at his neck as she squeezed his cock. She traced her nails against it gently, sending twinges of pain into his dick as he tried to resist.

He threw punches into Aunt Becky’s ribs as best he could, but they were half-hearted from the pleasure he received. It was only when he grabbed her arms and **** her to let go, hurling Becky to the mat. He sat on her back, grabbing her leg and twisting it up behind her.

“Fine. Don’t want to fuck, we can do this the hard way!” Timmy growled, pouring on the pressure.