Lusting After My Uncle
Dant continued to gaze into my eyes, his arms tightening around my legs.
"Oh, Dante," I breathed, my voice hitching with every breath.
He intensified the pace, his strokes quickening as he grounded his hips to mine, melding our bodies together, and I cried out. My head dropped to the side, and Dante lowered his head, placing gentle kisses on my neck that sent shivers down my spine. He lost himself then, surrendering to the sensations we evoked. He soon increased his pace, his thrusts wild and fast and I mewled, unable to hold still.
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