Anat's gaze was locked on the two of them, her anticipation building as she felt the shared intensity between her lover and her niece. She was starting to heat up under the lust aura Petne exuded.
She was subjected to pure lust pheromones. She squirmed, her thighs rubbing against each other, feeling her pussy twitching.
"Let's see how long you can hold up, little dragon~" Petne's grin widened as he laid Cleopatra gently onto the bed beside Anat.
Cleopatra seemed less mindful of what was happening around her—even the presence of her aunt. Her only priority at that time was Petne and him alone.
Taking her hands off his head, she roamed his broad back, feeling the heat radiating from him.
She, too, was feeling the effects of his aura and pheromones.
"Go on, Cleo~ don't hold back!" His words sounded like a thunderclap of an order.
