My Daddy and Uncles
”Baby, you are wet,” he murmured, covering his fingers with my come and presenting it to me before placing it in his mouth.
He was ready to devour me when his phone began to ring. He ignored it at first, then grumbled when it started ringing again.
“What?” He questioned, annoyed.
“Wait there,” he urged before ending the conversation.
“What happened?” I inquired.
“Sorry, baby.” Uncle grumbled and continued, “I forgot, I have one brother,” while zipping his pants and donning his t-shirt.
“Henry is at the door,” Uncle stated as he entered my wardrobe, bringing a long loose t-shirt and underpants.