She wants more

The supply closet door clicked shut behind them, sealing them back in that narrow sliver of darkness, air thick with the scent of sex and sweat. Emily had him pinned already—back against the shelf, her hands under his shirt, lips against his jaw, breath hot and sharp. She wasn’t gentle tonight.

She was hungry.

Her wig hung loose down her back, dark strands clinging to her damp skin. Her mask was already tilted up, just enough to free her mouth, but not her eyes. Mickey’s hands found her hips automatically, pulling her close, grinding the thick shape of his cock against her through denim.

“Missed you,” he rasped.

“Yeah?” Her voice was lower than usual. Smoky. Playful. “You think about me?”

He nodded, already trying to reach for her panties, but she batted his hands away, dropping to her knees first. Her fingers worked fast—undoing his belt, tugging his jeans down, freeing his cock. It sprang out, hard and flushed, already leaking.

She licked her lips.

Then leaned in—slow, deliberate—and ran her tongue up the underside of his shaft, moaning low and filthy.

He groaned. His hand sank into her hair.

“You still seeing that girlfriend of yours?” Emily murmured, lips brushing the crown of his cock. “The one with the cute little Instagram profile?”

He tensed.

“Yeah. I mean—kinda. We’re still together technically.”

“Mmm. But you’re here.”

“She’s… she doesn’t do this,” he muttered, voice thick. “She barely wants to fuck. Won’t even go down on me. I’m starting to think she’s just... not into it. Prude as hell.”

Emily grinned against his skin. “Poor thing. Starved for attention.”

“She gets mad if I even look at porn. I swear, if she knew what I’ve been doing with you…” He groaned. “Fuck, I’ve been thinking about ending it.”

“You should,” Emily said, wrapping her lips around the tip and sucking once—slow, wet, loud. She pulled back, spit glistening on her mouth. “You need someone who knows how to treat a cock like this.”

His breath shuddered. She was already stroking him, slow and firm.

“You said something last time,” she whispered. “Something… interesting.”

“What?”

“You said I reminded you of someone.”

Mickey’s breath caught.

“From your family.”

“…Y-yeah,” he said, voice strained. “Yeah. Weird, huh?”

“Not weird at all,” she whispered. Her tongue traced the vein along the underside of his shaft. “Tell me who.”

His hands tightened on the edge of the crate.

She jerked him once—slow and deliberate. “Who do I remind you of? Which little family fantasy keeps your balls heavy at night?”

He groaned. “Fuck—don’t make me—”

“Say it,” she said, her tone commanding now. “You don’t cum until you do.”

She kissed the head, flicked her tongue over the slit, then dragged it down his length, purring.

“Was it your mom?” she teased. “Your sister? That flirty cousin with the lip gloss?”

He whimpered.

“No—no, it’s not—”

She pulled back, her grip tightening, jerking him with a wicked twist of her wrist. “Then who?”

He bucked under her hand, muscles jerking. “I can’t—fuck—it’s—”

She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear. “Your aunt?”

His entire body jerked.

“Oh fuck—”

“Say it.”

He broke.

“My aunt,” he gasped. “It’s my fucking aunt. I’ve thought about her so many times—”

“That’s it,” she growled, shoving him back, climbing onto his lap. Her soaked pussy found the head of his cock and slid down in one slick, hungry motion.

He cried out—loud, ****—as she rode him slow, hips grinding, her cunt gripping every inch.

“That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?” she panted. “A tight, needy little aunt to wrap her pussy around your cock and fuck you stupid while your girlfriend’s at home too shy to suck your dick?”

"Yes!"

"What's her name?"

“F-fuck—it's—fuck—Emily—”

Her pussy clenched around him hard.

But he didn’t notice.

Didn’t know.

He was lost in it, hands gripping her waist, his head tilted back in surrender.

She leaned in close, her voice low and wicked as she rode him harder and clenched down on him again and again.

“Bet you wished it was your aunt wrapped around you like this.”

His orgasm tore through him—violent, helpless, his cock jerking inside her as hot cum spilled in thick spurts. She moaned, hips grinding, milking every pulse from him while he gasped beneath her.

And all the while, her mouth hovered near his ear.

Smiling.