Yes, Uncle; Ruin Me.
Well, that was what I thought nasty meant, but nasty was when Zaydeen spread my legs wider with his spit-coated hand, and moved it to my now bare and dripping pussy.
The coldness of finger against my cunt sent a sensation down my body; then he brushed his fingers up and down my pussy lips as though he was rubbing the spit on my pussy and that instantly got me wetter than I already was.
“Oh… fucking hell, kitten. Can you feel that pussy? So fucking wet and slimy, huh?”
Zaydeen’s voice was low and rough, and the heat of it made my body shudder.
His grip at the back of my hair tightened, then he broke the kiss…. but not enough to pull away, just enough for his lips to caress mine. Then gently,