Oh God..Yes! he moaned. Do you like it when I talk to you? she asked test a hunch. You bad boy. As he called him a bad boy his cock responded again. S...he smiled up at him. She leaned in licking his cock up and down coating it with saliva. She then began stroking him with her hand. He moaned as she did so and a drop of precum oozed from his tip. she used it to further lubricate him. She could see his eyes getting dark as she stoked him his cock seemed to get harder with each stroke. You want me. "Oh, I've wanted this for so long, mmm, oh, yeah, I'm real close. See what I can do, Aunt Connie, and it's all for you," he groaned as he bucked his hips up and spurts of his cum went flying up out of him as he gasped, "Um, uh, uh, mmm, mmm, oh, so good, mmm, oh, Aunt Connie, it's just for you," and he fell back on the bed, his penis still swollen and hard, me sitting there watching him, his strong, masculine body so different from just a few years ago when he was a small boy.I remembered his. ”“So what did you talk about at your sleepovers?”“Music, a lot,” said Monica. “And movies, and TV shows. Gossip was big.”“Who was there to gossip about?”“Oh, you know.”“No, we don’t. That’s why I asked.” Barbie was blunt.“It’s not the kind of thing you’d be interested in,” said Monica.“And you know this because?”“Because you like boys,” said Monica. “Or at least you like sex with Bobby and your father.”“Okay!” said Barbie. “Now we’re getting somewhere. So, you’re saying you talked about sex. I humped into the air, my hips rising up into my hand, thrusting faster and faster. I was holding my cock so tight but my hand slid all over it from my wetness. She was almost yelling, moaning my name so loud and I moaned hers. She said it felt so amazing, imagining me inside her, filling her up, pounding her on the couch. I told her I was getting so close, I could feel it rising up in my shaft. She wouldn’t take her eyes off of me and moaned she was about to cum. I sat up and stroked it even.