Fictional story/ erotic romance
ShareOur story begins when little ms Jane looked up through her glasses to see her uncle had entered the room. Straight away his eyes locked onto hers. There was a pause. A stillness in the air. Not a sound. Immediately she started doing flapping butterfly wings (opening and closing her legs over and again) without even noticing she was doing it. Excitement had consumed her. Jane was young but not new to sex. She was very much aware of what two naked bodies were capabable of (uncle P taught her!) Doing. Her pussy was more sensitive than most, she was super responsive. The pink slit between her legs quivered as his big hand reached down and grabbed her hard on the crotch. Throb did it ever!? They maintained eye contact only breaking it to quickly look around as they checked that the coast was clear. It was. But clear to do what? He pointed towards the bathroom. The obedient little whore knew exactly what he meant. She jumped up and followed him in, Immediately starting to undress. Her naked girlish figure was now on display before him. It drove him crazy. His dick had already been standing upright for quite some time. She stepped into the shower, the steam moistened her face and dampered her blushing cheeks. Without waisting any time she assumed his favourite position. Standing slightly bent over, backside exposed poking up towards the sky with back arched and her legs pressed together (this was important as it made for a tighter space to slide his giant pervert dick through). He didn't muck around. He drove his cock in between her flaps (careful not to penetrate her hole for she was too tight), sliding it forwards and back between her puffy puss lips. He worked up to a good hard rhythmical thrusts and went harder than usual tonight, blowing much quicker than was normal. Uncle P sure did make a mess of her fanny, drenching it with his cream. He coated her entire boxbslowly and carefully using his knob like the end of a paint brush. He finished with gentle strokes. She so loved the close attention and care he gave to her body when he was horny like this. She LOVED being his little fuck toy. She knew her tight little hole is what made her so special. She loved being used like an object for his gratification. She was, after all, just a hole for him to use and fuck as often as he saw fit. This suited her fine. Her life's mission was now clearly set before her, to gratify and serve men on their terms by any means necessary. It was her calling. Spoken by Lucifer.
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