"This cock will make a woman feel so much better. The spirits confirm it. The bare head does rub more intimately… more deeply…" Her gaze flicked to Andy, then back to me, her eyes darkening with lust.
"But it is best to clean a cock and a pussy properly… as I told you both on the day you first fucked."
Andy blushed, but there was no shame in her expression—only amusement and a hint of defiance. "Mother, we do clean ourselves," she protested, though her voice was playful.
"But perhaps…" She glanced at my cock again, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "…we could learn more from you." Her hand slid down to grip my cock again, her fingers wrapping around the base as she stroked me slowly, her thumb swiping over the head to catch the precum dripping from the tip.
Nara chuckled, the sound deep and warm, like the rumble of distant thunder. "Ah, Andy…" she sighed, shaking her head but smiling.
