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HE'S MY UNCLE, I DONT CARE 3

Penulis: Yu Meiren
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-06-24 19:53:09

The next morning came too fast. We barely slept — Uncle Kilton fucked me two more times during the night, slow and deep, like he couldn’t get enough of my pussy. I woke up sore but happy, his dried cum still on my thighs.

Then we heard the front door open.

“Jojo? Kilton? I’m back!” Mum’s voice called from the living room.

My heart dropped. We quickly jumped out of bed. I threw on one of his shirts while he pulled on his pants. We rushed out looking as normal as possible.

Mum looked tired but sm
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    I stared, unable to breathe. I watched my husband—the man I’d been texting all day, the man I’d just masturbated for—shoving himself deep into some random woman. He looked obsessed. He looked like he was enjoying it way too much.A wave of pain hit me first, like a knife to the chest. But then, that pain turned into a white-hot, raging anger. I felt like I was going to explode. He was cheating on me? While I was sitting in my car, dripping for his brother?I didn't cry. I didn't scream. I just gripped the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turned white. A dark thought entered my mind. If Justin wanted to play that game, I could play it better. I could do it worse.I slammed the car into reverse and pulled a sharp U-turn, tires screeching on the pavement. I didn't go home. I drove straight back to Julian’s office.By the time I reached the building, I was shaking. I didn't care about the risk. I didn't care who saw me. I wanted Julian. I wanted to erase the image of Justin with someone

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    Diane locked her lips tight around the base of his cock, deep-throating him, and began to swallow rapidly, her throat working. Everyone at the table could see her cheeks puffing in and out with the effort. The groom’s body arched, his hands clamping onto my thighs as he erupted into her mouth with a series of ragged groans. When he finally went limp, Diane lifted her head. His cock, slick and soft, slid from her lips. She turned to the room, opened her mouth wide, and stuck out her tongue, showing the thick, pearly load pooled there. The men cheered, stomping their feet. With a theatrical flourish, she bent and cleaned his softening cock with her tongue, taking her time, making sure every drop was gone. She gave it a final, almost affectionate pat before tucking it gently back into his pants and zipping him up. I was shaking, weak-kneed. I collapsed, sitting down right on the table, my legs straddling the groom’s head, which now rested in my naked lap. He looked up at me,

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