Chapter 87 Mrs. Romy's Dream
Leonard couldn't believe Mrs. Romy had spread her legs in front of him. He turned his head in shock to look at her.
Mrs. Romy was still asleep, her brows furrowed as if she were dreaming of something unpleasant.
'Is Aunt Romy dreaming?' Leonard wondered. His desire overcame his reason, and he slid his hand further up her thigh.
'The closer I get to her inner thigh, the warmer her skin feels. And the skin there is even softer,' Leonard thought as his fingers lightly caressed her thigh. He was surprised to find that as he stroked her, her legs spread even wider.
'What is Aunt Romy dreaming about?' Leonard wondered.
In Mrs. Romy's dream, she and Leonard were in a room, enjoying passionate sex.
They lay naked on the bed, with Mrs. Romy's legs spread in an M-shape, and Leonard was licking her genitals.
"Leonard, don't do that. It tickles," Mrs. Romy moaned, blushing.
"Aunt Romy, you say no, but your body is honest. Look how wet your vagina is," Leonard said, his hand touching her genitals. Sticky fluids dripped from his fingers onto the bed.
"But what we're doing is wrong. I'm your elder," Mrs. Romy said in a low voice, almost like a whisper.
Leonard moved up to her face, lifting her chin with his fingers, a wicked smile on his lips. "But Aunt Romy, weren't you the one who seduced me first? Using the guise of sex education to satisfy your own emptiness?"
"No, it's not like that," Mrs. Romy said, burying her face in the pillow, her body trembling with tension.
Leonard roughly turned her face back and chuckled. "Haha, Aunt Romy, do you still remember our time in the laundry room? You admitted you were very horny then. Can't Uncle Lowell satisfy you?"
"No, please stop," Mrs. Romy said, covering her face, her voice muffled.
Leonard leaned down to whisper in her ear, "And on the beach, when I touched your booty, you screamed with pleasure."
"No, Leonard, please, I beg you, stop," Mrs. Romy said, tears streaming down her face.
Leonard moved back down to her groin, lightly stroking her labia. "I was just recounting our encounters, and you're already so moist. Just admit it, Aunt Romy, you're a lustful woman."
"No, I'm not! I'm really not!" Mrs. Romy said, her body writhing, her vaginal fluids soaking the bed.
"If you don't admit it, let's prove it with action. Show how lustful you are!" Leonard said, grinning as he forcefully spread her legs and thrust his thick, rocket-like penis into her wet vagina.
With each thrust, fluids gushed from her vagina. Mrs. Romy screamed and trembled, her face contorted, devoid of her usual gentle demeanor.
"I admit I'm a lustful woman... Fuck me! Harder! Don't stop! Faster!" Mrs. Romy screamed, pulling her hair, her eyes rolling back with a lascivious smile on her face.
"Aunt Romy, I like your honesty. Let me satisfy you," Leonard said, lifting her and holding her buttocks as he thrust upward.
"So good! Harder! Fuck me harder! I'm going to cum!" Mrs. Romy screamed, her fluids gushing from her vagina like a tidal wave.
The bus suddenly jolted, waking Mrs. Romy. She opened her eyes to see Leonard's shocked expression. Realizing what had happened, she quickly looked down to find her panties soaked and a wet spot on her skirt.
Leonard stared at his fingers in disbelief. 'My finger just touched Aunt Romy's labia, and she orgasmed.'
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