Chapter 7

Grace pov

I raised my hand as a sign that I would not do what he said. Slowly Al's hand slipped from my mouth then turned to mine. The man took me to ... I don't know because it was quite dark there. Al just used his cellphone to look around.

Turns out in that room there is a door inside. And to his surprise, the door turned out to be connected to Uncle Paul's bedroom door. Al slowly opened the door. We were immediately greeted by a woman's delicious groan.

My eyes and mouth opened wide watching the hot scene in front of me.

"Al! What are you doing?" I asked. And somehow I whispered.

"Sneak peek at my dad making love." Well that's a very honest answer. I was made motionless for a few moments.

"You're crazy!" I cursed but Al looked nonchalant as if he was used to it. This is not true. I can't do something like this. I was about to leave but Al held my hand.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"Of course get out of here. I'm not crazy enough like you to peek at couples making love," I said then let go of Al's hand a little rough. but Al back hold my steps.

"Come on, Grace. You won't be sorry," Al coaxed. I was confused myself why he was so stubborn. If you really want to peek, just peek. No need to take me.

"Eugh... ahhh...."

Damn it!

The sound of moaning instantly made me and Al look at each other.

"Looks like it's started," Al said. Damn it! His eyes were sparkling with happiness there. "Come on, Grace!" Al pulled my hand so that my body turned around.

My brain can no longer think just because a man's sigh that sounds very sexy makes me only able to give up staring straight at the door opening which shows a woman and a man struggling hotly on the bed.

Okay. I became an impudent woman who peeked at the couple who were guiding love to reach the pleasures of heaven on earth.

My eyes widened at the sight in front of me. Uncle Paul was standing with his naked body. while the woman was sitting on the bed with her face facing right in front of Uncle Paul's. The woman played the evidence of Uncle Paul's passion wildly. Uncle Paul's

delicious chatter is getting louder, indicating that he is very satisfied with what his woman is doing.

The scene lasted long enough. My hands were shaking as if I wanted to feel Uncle Paul's there too.

Unlucky! What was I thinking?

Now Uncle Paul started pressing on the naked woman's body. his mouth and hands work together to reach the most sensitive points on the woman's body. And when I saw Uncle Paul tickling the core of that woman's body indulgently, mine immediately twitched. It's like feeling what that woman feels.

Damn it! I'm getting horny.

I turned to Al. My jaw almost dropped when I saw him playing his own perfect tense without taking his eyes off Uncle Paul and his woman. In fact I can hear Al sighing softly as if he really enjoyed what he was doing.

I glanced back at the front where the scene was getting hotter and more exciting. Uncle Paul's hand game became more agile in the woman's body. Meanwhile the woman could only sigh wildly. Until a long howl was heard indicating that the woman had reached her peak.

Uncle Paul paused for a moment letting the woman enjoy every second of her release. The man did not take his eyes off as if he was enjoying the sight of the woman's face that he had satisfied.

After the woman's breath was no longer so fast, then Uncle Paul pressed her down. provide hot touches and kisses to revive the passion of the woman. I'm sure that woman is just a call girl who has slept with dozens of men. But why Uncle Paul be so gentle to him? the man seems not only to pursue satisfaction for himself but he also thinks about the satisfaction of his partner.

"Aaahhh..."

A long moan was heard when Uncle Paul succeeded in implanting evidence of his passion in the woman's core. the movement that Uncle Paul created was slow but rhythmic with every beat.

Really really intoxicating. I just saw it could not stand it. I want that big thing to also sink in mine. It sure tastes really good.

The sighs and sounds that are created from the core of the body colliding with each other add to the excitement of those who do and also watch it.

No.

I can't hold it anymore. I don't want to end up like Al who was moaning incoherently with hand movements that were getting faster. following Uncle

Paul's tempo, which was also getting faster, kicking his own to the core of the woman's body. "Aahhhh...."

Al reached his peak and so did Uncle Paul on the other side. I stepped on my feet to leave the room.

"Where are you going?" Again, Al stopped me.

"Cooling my body," I replied.

"Why? Are you horny?" asked Al with an annoying face.

As a woman who is still very normal, it's impossible to see hot scenes in plain sight like that won't turn you on.

"Shut up! You bastard!" I cursed and this time I could actually walk out of the room with a hot body and a strong throbbing core.

I never thought that the decision to leave the room to the kitchen would end like this.

I intended to cool my head and body even hotter because of the touches of Uncle Paul's hands that I could only see earlier.

It turned out to be more delicious than I imagined. Unfortunately I can't sigh freely for fear of being found out by Al. this is really torturous. But the sensation that it creates actually brings new experiences. Fear and pleasure. I covered my own mouth with my hand as Uncle Paul's fingers increasingly played with my core.

Uncle Paul touched the back of my hand with his nose indicating for me to remove my hand from my mouth. And after my hand was released Uncle Paul smiled gently then crushed my lips with a hot kiss but not demanding.

Everything that Uncle Paul did in my body was so intoxicating. This is the first time I have been treated like this. Feel like you're so adored. My satisfaction seems to be a top priority that must be fulfilled.

Usually I don't like it when men treat me like this because it will make my center hurt, but not with Uncle Paul. The movements are fast but controlled.

He seems to know the rhythm and the right position so I don't feel sick. and it's true I don't feel pain at all on the sidelines of pleasure. This time I fully felt the usual broad pleasures. I didn't want it all to end.

But what power the explosion was getting closer. I buried my face in the crook of Uncle Paul's neck, inhaling greedily the scent of his body mixed with his sweat when I reached my point. Hiding my long howl there.

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