Dripping Desires
The unmistakable bulge is there, straining against the gray fabric, thick and impossibly long.
"Uncle Samson." I take a step closer.
"Aria, I— no. God… yes."
I move closer, hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts, and drop them to the floor, revealing my bare, glistening pussy. The lips parting, slick with arousal, the scent of my need filling the space between us.
"I'm so wet for you, Uncle Samson."
Thunder rumbles outside, shaking the windows.
While he stood there still, frozen, I grabbed his wrist and brought his hand to my soaked cunt, pressing his rough fingers against my slick folds. "Look what you do to me."
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