Studio bed squeaks under her weight as the silver-haired aunt lies flat, knees pushed wide. Thick thighs tremble while her fingers work slow circles over her slick folds. Back arches slightly, hips lifting to meet each press. Breath hitches, lips part, and her free hand clenches the sheet. No cock in sight yet — just her, her fingers, and the wet sounds filling the quiet room. Rubbing turns to rubbing harder, her knuckles pressing deeper with every stroke.
