Chapter 549 - 40 Years Old Virgin Pussy

Diana must have felt my gaze because her blush deepened, her shoulders tensing as if she were bracing for my judgment.

"I... I didn’t have the time to shave them..." she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes darting away in shame. She was ashamed—ashamed to show me this part of herself, this dirty side she thought I might not want.

But she was wrong.

I didn’t hesitate. I lifted her arm, bringing her armpit to my lips, and inhaled deeply.

The scent was her—musky, warm, alive. Not the artificial cleanliness of soap and razors, but the real Diana, the one beneath the polished exterior. "It’s not smelly," I murmured, my breath hot against her skin. "It even has your sweet scent."

And then I licked her.

A slow, deliberate stroke of my tongue against the soft, sensitive skin of her armpit. Diana’s entire body shuddered, a broken, needy moan tearing from her throat.

"Hmmm—" The sound was half-pleasure, half-shock, her fingers clenching in my hair as I repeated the motion, my tongue tracing the curve of her underarm, tasting her, claiming her.

"D-Dexter...!" she gasped, her voice trembling, her body trembling. She was soaked now, her panties ruined, her need dripping down her thighs. The shame, the arousal, the filth of it all—it was too much, and yet not enough.

I pulled back just enough to look at her, my lips glistening with her taste, my eyes dark with hunger.

The way her skin flushed under my gaze, the way her breath hitched—it was intoxicating. "You’re perfect, Diana," I growled, my voice rough with need, each word a promise. "Every. Fucking. Part of you."

Then, without warning, my hands shot up, my fingers finding her nipples through the lace of her bra.

I pinched them—hard—and twisted, just enough to make her gasp, her back arching as pleasure and pain mingled in her veins.

"Ah—! D-Dexter...!" she cried out, her voice trembling, her body trembling. The lace did little to dull the sensation, her nipples stiff and aching beneath my touch.

And then Angela was there.

Her arms wrapped around me from behind, her body pressing against my back as her lips found mine in a searing kiss.

She tasted like sin and possession, her tongue sliding against mine as her hands roamed my chest, my stomach, claiming me even as I claimed Diana. When she finally pulled back, her breath was hot against my ear, her voice a low, teasing purr.

"Diana..." she murmured, her eyes locked onto the other woman, "you are really soaking wet... Look, it’s even started to drip..." She nodded toward the sheets, where a dark, glistening spot had formed beneath Diana’s panties.

The fabric was drenched, the dark blue lace clinging to her skin, the embroidery barely visible beneath the sheen of her arousal. A slow, thick drip of her juices had escaped, staining the sheet beneath her, the scent of her need thick and musky in the air.

Diana’s face burned crimson. She tried to cover herself, her hand flying down to press against her panties as if she could hide the evidence of her desire.

"D-Don’t..." she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. But it was too late. The dampness had already seeped through, the fabric transparent where it clung to her pussy, the dark curls of her hair peeking through the lace. Her fingers trembled as she pressed her palm against herself, as if she could will away the proof of how desperate she was for me.

But I wasn’t about to let her hide.

I held my cock, the veins throbbing, the tip already leaking with need, and slapped it against her panties with a wet thwack. The sound was obscene, the sensation even more so—her heat seeping through the fabric, her body jerking at the contact.

"Aunt," I said, my voice a dark, teasing growl, "do you want me to leave you in such pain?" My cock twitched against her, the head pressing into the damp fabric, demanding entry.

Diana’s breath hitched as she looked down at my cock—thick, veiny, hard as steel—poking against her panties, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. She bit her lip, her eyes flickering up to meet mine, and for a moment, I saw it—the hesitation, the shame, the need all warring within her.

Then, slowly, she made her decision.

Her fingers trembled as she hooked them into the waistband of her panties, pushing them down her hips, her thighs—but not all the way.

She left them pooled at her knees, the damp fabric clinging to her skin. And there, beneath her hand, was the prize—her pussy, hidden but not hidden enough. Her palm pressed flat against herself, her fingers splayed as if she could shield her most intimate self from my gaze.

But I could see. The dark, thick curls of her pubic hair peeked out from beneath her hand, wild and untamed, glistening with her arousal. The scent of her was overwhelming—musky, sweet, raw. And beneath those curls, I could just make out the tight, untouched slit of her pussy, the lips flushed and swollen with need.

"Dexter..." she whispered, her voice thick with embarrassment and longing. "Let’s wait... Don’t rush... I’ll show it to you tonight..."

I wasn’t having it.

My hand shot out, covering hers, and with a firm, unyielding pressure, I parted her fingers. And there it was—her. Diana’s pussy, fully revealed, a thick thatch of dark, glistening curls framing her slit.

The hair was soaked, dripping with her arousal, the strands clinging to her skin. Her lips were tight, untouched, the pink flesh peeking out from between the curls, brand new and mine. The scent of her was intoxicating—thick, musky, hers.

Diana’s entire body shuddered, her blush deepening as she stammered, "D-Dexter, it’s my first time... showing it to you... I wanted to shave it... but—"

I didn’t let her finish.

My eyes locked onto her pussy, my cock aching at the sight. She was perfection—raw, untouched, real. The thought alone made my mouth water.

I didn’t give her a chance to protest, to overthink, to hide. In one swift motion, I dropped to my knees in front of her, my hands gripping her thighs, spreading them just enough to give me access.

And then I dove in.

My mouth sealed over her pussy, my tongue parting her lips in one long, slow lick. The moment my lips touched her soaked curls, the moment my tongue brushed against her slit—

Diana exploded.

Her back arched off the bed, her thighs clamping around my head as a broken, desperate cry tore from her throat.

"Aaaaaaaaaah—! D-Don’t—! N-NOT LIKE THIS—!" Her fingers tangled in my hair, her hips bucking against my mouth as if she couldn’t decide whether to pull me closer or push me away.

But it was too late.