"Don't worry, Auntie. My company is running smoothly now, so I don't have much to worry about. I'm practically free these days. I'll come visit you more often, take care of you—it's what a nephew should do!"
Harry grinned at Margaret, raising an eyebrow as his foot pressed down again, "squelch squelch" forcing the eggplant deeper into Margaret's pussy, making her face flush redder, her teeth grit, her body trembling more violently.
"Mom! I remember I have stomach medicine in my room! I'll go get it for you now!" Ivy, seeing her mother in such distress and naively believing it was just severe stomach pain causing her suffering, immediately jumped up and dashed upstairs to fetch the medicine.
Once her daughter was gone, Margaret grabbed Harry's foot, which was still pressing the eggplant into her slutty hole, and glared at him furiously. "Harry! Have you had enough? What the hell do you want? I almost couldn't hold back earlier!! You bastard! Are you trying to kill me??"
