Solange is amazed by the size of Khallyon's cock, as even deflated is quite an imposing sample of virility.
The Rogue Cadet stands partially to sit on the edge of the bed, extending his left arm, to place the palm of his hand on the dark grey hair of his Aunt Solange.
The Old Damsel is expectant, ready to handle whatever desire her Only Male Nephew wants to fulfill by using her.
"Naughty, Naughty Aunty, This is exactly what you have always wanted, Or, Am I wrong?".
Instead of letting her reply, Khallyon push Solange's head towards him, rubbing the Old Damsel's face against his genitals, from right to left, and from left to right.
"No?, Really?, In that case, You actually are invested on the idea of me owning you, what a Naughty, Naughty Aunty, If I had known about your tendencies, I would have made you completely mine a long, long time ago… , Fortunately for you, I will change that in this day, Ready to become My Woman?".
