Ryan's voice was strained. "D-Dexter… what does that—?"
I watched with a smirk as Hina's mouth covered the exposed tip of my cock, her tongue twirling over the sensitive head. "Imagine it like this, Elder Ryan." I gave her more of me as her chest continued to trap the rest. "Breasts of Aunt Hina covering my cock..." As her head moved down deeper, I felt her lips widen around my cock, and I moaned, "It is her pussy."
Ryan's breath soon became rapid, and he could hardly tear his eyes away from the offensive display of his wife's lips, which were completely wrapped around another man's cock.
"And her mouth..." With more force, I grabbed Hina's hair, making her deeper and deeper, her gag reflex activating as her throat spasmed around my tip. "This is her womb."
Hina gagged, and tears came to her eyes, but she did not back off. Her hands, at that time, went to grab her boobs around my cock tighter while her juice flowed in a fresh, heavy stream of release on the floor.