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
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