The next day passed slowly. I tried to focus on work emails and job applications, but my mind kept returning to Aunt Rina and the things she had said the night before. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard her soft voice describing how wet she was, how sensitive her nipples were, how she wanted to feel every inch of me.
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