Ruth's eyes flicked down—right to my cock, still hard and throbbing, the tip glistening with pre-cum. Her voice dropped to a soft, almost hungry whisper, her lips curling into a teasing smile.
But before she could ask anything, I snatched the leaf skirt from her hand and quickly wrapped it around my waist. Vera did the same, her fingers trembling as she covered herself, her face still flushed with shame and lingering pleasure.
Ruth's eyes widened as she looked at Vera, her voice filled with surprise. "Aunt Vera... your waist—it's been healed?"
Vera glanced at me, her mind flashing back to how it really happened—how my cock had filled her, stretched her, aligned her body in ways she never expected. Her voice was soft, hesitant. "It was Dexter... he helped me adjust my bones..."
