I swallowed hard. The way she was looking at me — asking me to stay facing her while she relieved herself — sent a fresh surge of heat straight to my cock.
It throbbed heavily against the thin leaf skirt, the head pushing more firmly against the overlapping leaves.
The combination of her request, the lingering memory of her taste on my tongue, and the fact that she was about to expose herself in front of me made it almost painful.
My voice came out tighter and more strained than I intended.
"Aunt Maya… I'm a man. Please. I won't be able to handle it if I… if I watch you do that. It's already hard enough standing here like this."
Maya blinked, clearly confused by the intensity of my reaction for a second.
Then a fresh, deeper wave of embarrassment washed over her face as she fully realized how her request must have sounded. Her cheeks burned, and she quickly shook her head, waving one hand slightly as if to erase the misunderstanding.
