ANMELDEN"Yes," I whispered, my head falling back against the pillow. "I want to be fucking used like a slut." He groaned, as his hand began moving in a faster pace now. His fingers were slick with my juices, and he used the lubrication to drive me higher. He circled my clit faster, his thumb pressing firmly, his fingers sliding into my wetness. His two fingers was already inside me, scissoring and stretching me wide open. I was panting and moaning at the same time, my body writhing under his touch, my legs trembling. "You're so wet," he groaned, his eyes darkening. "You're making all that mess for me." Abd before I knew what was happening next I felt him adding his third finger, stretching me further, filling me in a way that made me cry out. Ahhh... yeah.... something like that.... uncle you're done a great job..... keep shut your bitch, he said. but that didn't make me to stop how I was moaning and screaming since no one was home. He pumped his fingers in and out, his thumb
"Fuck, you're beautiful when you take my cock," he groaned, his eyes locked on mine. "Look at your pussy swallow me up." "I want to feel you cum, Uncle," I begged, my voice breathless and desperate. "Fill me up." He growled and sped up, his hips slapping against mine in a loud, rhythmic slap-slap-slap. "You're going to get it," he said. "I'm going to breed you, sweetie. I'm going to fill this little cunt until it overflows." He grabbed my throat, his fingers digging into my skin, and forced me to look at him. "Tell me you're mine." "I'm yours!" I screamed. "I'm yours, Uncle!" "Say it again." "I'm yours!" I cried out. "Good girl," he said, and then he went wild. He slammed into me one last time, burying himself to the hilt, and roared as he emptied himself inside me. I felt the hot rush of his cum filling me, so much it was dripping down my thighs. I cried out, my body convulsing around him as my own orgasm washed over me, sharp and intense. We collapsed back onto the b
He stood up then gently his cock standing proud and hard. He grabbed my hips, his hands rough and demanding, and slammed into my hole with no warning. I cried out as he filled me completely, stretching me wider than I thought possible. "Fuck!" I gasped. His cock was like a brand, searing me from the inside out. He pulled back and slammed into me again, harder. He was going to break me, and I loved it. "Tell me," he gritted out, pounding into me. "Tell me you've always wanted this." "Every single day," I sobbed. He growled, a sound of pure possession. He grabbed my legs, pressing them back against my chest, and slammed into me with a ferocity that made the bed to shake. He was pounding inside of me like a man who is possessed, like he was trying to brand his mark on me, to claim me as his. "Yes, girl," he groaned, biting his lower lip as he stared down at me. "I know you like it like this. You're such a little slut, aren't you?" "Yes, Uncle," I moaned, wrapping my legs ar
He kissed me hard, a desperate and claiming kiss. His tongue demanded entry, sweeping through my mouth with a hunger that matched my own. I had wanted this for so long, a secret fantasy I'd kept hidden. I kissed him back, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. I felt his hand move, a rough, familiar touch caressing down my body, unbuttoning the bottom of my shorts. He made his way inside my pants with his fingers exploring with a gentle touch that sent waves of electricity through me. A moan escaped my lips, a soft, breathless sound. I felt his fingers inside me, playing a sweet, torturous rhythm against my pussy hole. His eyes darkened, a storm brewing within them. "Should I stop?" he asked, his voice with so much ragged and whispering. My eyes were closed, lost in the sensation, in how careless he was being with my body. "No, Uncle Michael," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "Please, don't stop." He smiled, a dark, triumphant smile, and pressed his hand har
I heard the knock before I even saw the man who had just entered my world, that I wasn't even ready for it. It wasn't the hesitant, polite rap one might expect from a guest. It was a deliberate, heavy sequence of heavy beats that seemed to vibrate through the thin walls of my house, demanding entry at any cost. I paused just a half way of eaten my noodle dangling from my fork, frozen in the kitchen. The air smelled of burnt eggs and confusion. Then I heard another knock sound, more insistent this time. "Coming I finally said." I slowly moved, leaving the burnt mess behind. When I opened the door, he stood there in the heavy silence of the morning sun. It was my father's best friend, Uncle Jack. He was a vision in a dark suit, the sharp tailoring accentuating his tall frame. But it wasn't just the suit. At forty-five, he defied time. He had broad, capable shoulders and a chest that looked heavy with the kind of strength and gravity that comes from a life well-lived. Ther
He released a heavy breath as he watched my mouth as I sucked the tip of his rod. Before I finally swallowed the cockhead, I began to fully suck and lick his pulsating cock. I loved the feel of him in my mouth, the heat and the power. I continued sucking his cock, his cock tasted different from Ryan's, and I was enjoying the rush of the power in it. I sucked his cock so hard until he told me to stop. "Now get on top of me," he orders. "Ride on me like a horse." I clamped on him and fitted his wet cock into the flaring mouth of my cunt. I felt excited as I slowly let myself completely fall for him. His big cock made its way to my hole until it pressed my uterus. I was stretched to my limit, my nails digging into his shoulders as I adjusted to his size. He gave me some instructions on how to ride on him. I wondered how long he had known all this. A passionate moan escaped my lips as he began to fully wind my cunt around his tool. My boobs jiggled tautly as I rotated and bobbed m
Later that evening, our parents returned from work, their cheerful chatter filling the house as we gathered around the dining table. The intimate way they interacted, holding hands across the table, sharing inside jokes, kissing each other, exchanging knowing glances, made me acutely aware of th
His fingers dug into my waist, pulling me flush against him, and then before I knew it his lips were on mine. They were so soft at first, testing, but then they became demanding, hungry, as if he'd been waiting years for this moment. His mouth tasted like whiskey and sin, and I melted into it, lett
It had only been eight days since my last getting fucked up, yet my body was screaming as if it had been starved for an eternity. The explosive showdown with Drew, my gold-digging, soul-sucking ex—had left me utterly alone. Now, the only things keeping me company were the ghosts of our fights and
"He leads her back into the main suite, the cool air of the room a stark contrast to the steamy bathroom." Corvina moved toward the bed. Her legs felt like liquid, still trembling from the force of her first orgasm, but a familiar, insistent ache was already beginning to bloom deep within her.







