Vera's face burned crimson, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she listened, her mind struggling to process my words. "W-what do you mean...?" Her voice was a whisper, her fingers still pressed against her waist, as if she couldn't quite believe the absence of pain.
I leaned in, my voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur. "When you rode me, your hips had to open completely, your spine had to straighten to take me all the way in." My hand slid down, my fingers brushing against her back, my touch sending a shiver through her.
"The pressure of my cock inside you... It realigned everything. Your muscles relaxed, your bones shifted back into place." I smirked, my voice thick with dark satisfaction. "My cock didn't just fill you, Aunt Vera. It fixed you."
