"It's quite thick since we haven't done this in weeks," Ayra muttered, while her head bobbed against Garnt's hips. "But I'm glad to take all of your lust, as your aunt,"
"Ugh~ you're getting too good, Ayra," Garnt groaned in pleasure while holding the beautiful crimson hair of his aunt.
"Don't call me that. I- I feel weird to be called Ayra by you," She suddenly stopped what she was doing, muttered, and then went back to her job.
"Why not? You agreed that I can call you Ayra when we are alone. I just want to call you that." Garnt said and patted her head showing care, and the weakness of Ayra is also him being extra lovely to her and kind, so with a wide grin on her face, She quickly started to move her head even faster.
