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One Night Mistake By My Fiance's Uncle #26:
I continued to penetrate him from behind. "Ahh." "Uhm." I bit my lip, my hips moving continuously. Each pull and thrust brought with it an intense wave of pleasure. As I pounded into him, it felt as though time stood still, each moment stretching into eternity. It was utterly exquisite. I shivered with delight as I moved in and out of his tightness. "Ahh," he sighed, arching his back whenever I buried my length deep inside. "Uhmm." He gasped every time I withdrew The sensations were incredible, my desire fitting perfectly against him. The heat wrapped me, driving me deeper as I moved. "Ahhh, damn." He groaned, tightening his fists against the table. "Hah! Hmmm." I could barely contain my own breaths as I continued to thrust. "S-stop it, C-Clark. Ahhh." His words pleaded for me to halt, yet his body betrayed him. I continued to thrust into him, while my hand slid towards his front. Gripping his aroused manhood, I made it c
One Night Mistake By My Fiance's Uncle #25:
As I gazed at Angelo's smooth and rounded butt once more, I realized how wrong I had been to think that only women's bodies could be so captivating; a deep craving stirred up. I found myself licking my lips, tempted by the thought of taking a bite. "Ah! It's perfect," I exclaimed, feeling the heat of desire as I ground against my hardened front. I could only imagine how my arousal would intensify if I were not wearing anything, surely my arousal would slip right into the alluring curve hidden beneath that gorgeous butt. "You! Pervert," Angelo protested, struggling to lift his body from the desk where I had pinned him and trying to straighten up. "Nah! I'm simply appreciating beauty," I countered, continuing to move my hips and rub my front against his soft butt. "Ah! Fuck, it’s urging me on." With each movement, my desire increase, my arousal urging my manhood to escape the confines of my pants. "Stop this, Clark. This isn't a good joke," he st
One Night Mistake By My Fiance's Uncle #24:
"Ump." I gasped as I felt his tongue forcefully invade my lips. I attempted to seal my lips, wanting to resist his bold kiss, but he only became more aggressive. As I struggled to catch my breath, his tongue slipped completely into my mouth. I heard a slurp as he eagerly sucked on my tongue, capturing it with his ruthless passion. I pushed him away, but he easily caught my wrists, pinning them above my head against the cold window glass. My seat felt constricted, and the way he positioned himself between my thighs made it impossible for me to escape, his knee pressing against the seat, trapping me further. With one hand, he held both of my wrists firmly, rendering my attempts at resistance futile against his strength. As he intensified the kiss, his other hand gripped my jaw, deepening the connection and changing it into something more primal, as if he were consuming my very essence. His tongue became even more daring, playfully tugging at mine whil
One Night Mistake By My Fiance's Uncle #23:
“Angelo!” I lifted my gaze from the paper I had been reading. “What are you doing here?” I asked Faye, who approached me with a smile, gracefully stepping around the table until she stood close. She bent down as if to kiss me, but I gently grasped her shoulders and pushed her back slightly, stoping her. “Why?” she asked, taken aback by my unexpected reaction to her affectionate gesture. I exhaled deeply, locking my eyes onto Faye's. The words I needed to say weighed heavily on my mind. How could I explain that it would be best for us to end our marriage before it truly began to develop? I realized that I had mistaken my initial impulses, sleeping with her in despite not harboring genuine feelings. Now, I regretted it even more, knowing how much it would hurt her to hear that I wanted to break things off. “You should have gone straight to the mansion and waited for me there,” I replied, sidestepping her question. “Uhm, my lesson ended ear
One Night Mistake By My Fiance's Uncle #22:
As I looked at Carlotta with a serious expression, a secret smile tugged at the corners of my lips when I noticed Angelo peeking up at me from beneath my desk. His hands gripped both of my legs, shifting to face me more directly while he remained hidden below. It felt as though he were playfully teasing me, as if he were trying to distract me from the serious conversation at hand. "You heard what I said clearly," I remarked, the words escaping my lips with a mix of amusement and mischief. "We'll talk next time. My man is having a hard time hiding under my desk." With that, I rolled my chair around and leaned closer to where Angelo sat crouched below, his face almost brushing against my own—if only he hadn’t shifted back in a subtle attempt to hide from view. "Clark, are you out of your mind having an affair with a man?" Carlotta exclaimed, her voice laced with disbelief. The weight of her words hung heavily, especially as she struggled to comprehend my rep
One Night Mistake By My Fiance's Uncle #21:
"Let me go, let's talk properly," I urged, trying to inject a sense of calm into my voice as I spoke to him. It was a struggle to maintain my composure, especially with his face so dangerously close to mine, his body pressing against me while I was trapped against the wall. He smirked, his breath teasing my skin as he leaned in even closer. ."Hmmm. What's for? Isn't this enough that our agreement is sealed?" His tone dripped with mockery, and I recoiled instinctively, turning my face away from the torment of his presence. But he was relentless, sniffing and trailing his nose against my cheek and ear, targeting my discomfort with a sinister delight. I swallowed hard, shivers of fear electrifying my body at his proximity. The sensation of his warm breath against my ear was unbearable, especially when I felt him lick it, followed by the sharp tug of his teeth on my earlobe. ."Clark, I told you to calm down. This is not right," I managed to protest, my voice shaky yet resolute.
One Night Mistake By My Fiance's Uncle #20:
As Clark wrapped his arm tightly around my waist, drawing me closer into him, I winced, an involuntary reaction to the surge of anxiety that coursed through me. I swallowed hard, fully aware that this was another one of his insidious schemes. From the very beginning, he had always harassed me, ever since that one night of regrettable intimacy when our lives collided in ways I had never expect. “Why? Where is your courage when you challenge me to name what I want in exchange for not ruining your father’s relationship with Carlotta?” he taunted, his grip on my waist tightened further, and the hand that had once cradled my chin now firmly gripped my jaw, ensuring there was no escape from his piercing gaze. "I’m still your nephew-in-law. Ask for something else, not this." I managed to reply, desperately trying to calm myself. Struggling to maintain my composure, frustration bubbled inside me. My mind was screaming against his touch, which felt more possessive than
One Night Mistake By My Fiance's Uncle #19:
Harold stormed into my office, his face flushed with anger. “Don’t test my patience, Clark. So stop this,” he snapped, his tone sharp and accusatory. I met his fury with a cold, unyielding gaze. How long could he maintain this rage? Had he forgotten my earlier warning not to pursue the marriage between our two families? Their defiance in the face of my threats left me feeling incredulous. What was the purpose of his anger now? “Why? Can you actually do something?” I replied, my voice equally icy. “Because if you can’t, you’re free to leave.” “What are you up to, and why are you making such a fuss? What does this have to do with your niece marrying Angelo?” he demanded, confusion mingling with his hostility. “Oh! Isn’t it clear to you yet? Weren’t you the one who told Mr. Hernandez to pursue my girlfriend, insisting there was nothing I could do about it? So why the change now?” I countered, frustration boiling within me. “You…” he began, taken aback. “Like I said, if you
One Night Mistake By My Fiance's Uncle #18:
"Don't you know how to show respect?" I demanded, my voice steady, though a storm of emotions brewed inside me. Anger simmered, yet I fought to keep it in check, striving to recall the genuine connection that initially drew me to him. "Uhm," he replied dismissively, further igniting my frustration. "Your niece is my wife." He just gave a slight smirk, as if my words barely registered. “Yes, but before you married her, you slept with me, didn’t you? If you genuinely cared for her, you wouldn’t have gone through with the marriage.” My fists clenched tighter, fury boiling just beneath the surface, every disrespect directed at me also tarnished the precious connections I held my ground. “Our marriage was already decided before that mistake occurred,” I shot back, my frustration evident in my tone. “Is that what you’re really after? Is this why you’re bothering us?” "What's do you think?" he retorted, a smirk creeping onto his lips. My fists
