Brent curled his fingers into the sheets and didn’t do a thing to hold back any of the gasps and moans that he was making. How could he, when Aunt Brenda had three fingers inside of his bottom down to the last knuckle? Her fingers kept teasing against his prostate, glancing against it and sliding away when he pushed back for a firmer touch, Aunt Brenda’s indulgent laugh ringing in his ears. Her other hand came down on one his cheeks with a light smack, the tiny sting from it still enough to make his […]