"Is it really that hard to get in?"
Maureen, the local light-skinned girl seems to be struggling to aim the solid missile of the grown man beneath her at her untouched cleavage while squatting down.
Maureen's wide eyes closed once she got the right spot.
The density both thrilled and hurt her. Maureen had to bite her lower lip to keep the sound from escaping so that the owner of the missile would not wake up.
"It hurts ...."
Maureen fell silent, letting hers swallow the rough flesh inside entirely. Her long, lustrous eyelashes even looked damp though no tears had fallen.
Both of Maureen's calves were already clinging to the surface of the mattress, flanking the firm thighs underneath, when the throbbing came.
Slowly the sting on Maureen's innermost walls created an instinct that forced her to move. Maureen... was still unfamiliar with the vibrations that ran through the entire surface of her skin.
Her joints relaxed every time she lifted her hips high, then sank back down again with that desired hardness.
Maureen didn't care if she was considered a slut, a slut, a jal*ang, or any of those harsh words. She had waited a long time for the opportunity to feel the perfection of a mature man eleven years older than her.
Confident that her movements will not disturb her idol's slumber, Maureen slips off her T-shirt as she stares at the bare chest in front of her.
In Maureen's opinion, an exhausted Darren like that is very sexy.
Darren's upper body is defined by a ton of muscle that's just right for twenty-eight. Shoulders that looked muscular and strong enough to lean on, and large fingers that might be just right for crushing his every ego in a passionate encounter.
Maureen didn't know yet. She only tried to feel it by lifting Darren's wrist to touch the firm, rounded solids of his chest.
"That's ridiculous," Maureen thought as she managed to get Darren's fingers inside her bra bowl.
Maureen's hips moved even more randomly. No longer lifting high, but twisting like a mill that kept smoothing her dreams.
Maureen looked up, imagining herself flying through the tightening grip.
"Keep going, Om Darren!" she moans over and over again, imagining the man beneath her fulfilling her fantasies in a conscious state.
"Ah! Faster!" Maureen kept asking, in fact it was her waist that was moving crazily, shaking the bed beneath her.
The racing pounding in her heart was no longer caution, but replaced with desire that needed to be conveyed.
The explosion was inevitable. Warmth filled the union until it flowed down with a faint reddish spot.
Maureen's knees were too weak to move. She lay limply on Darren's chest, embracing the warmth presented before her eyes.
"No wonder those who date say that 'play' is good."
Maureen just knew how that felt. Not because she wasn't dating, let alone sweating it out in bed, but because her attention was always on someone.
"You're mine, Uncle!"
***
Darren struggled to open his eyes and wished he could go back to sleep. His body was too broken after the road trip from the north that was filled with potholes. Not even a shower could erase the fatigue.
Feeling dreams coming on, Darren savored the twitches that gripped his prized asset.
"How many days has it been?" Darren wondered, needing a release right then and there.
He's too lazy to get off the bed and chooses to enjoy the highly erotic dream.
Darren's solid fingers reached out for a tightness that fit perfectly in the grip. Softly.
A melodious screech sounded. A voice that was close and familiar. But because Darren thought it was all a dream, he continued to murmur faintly.
If it was real, he'd love to satisfy Darren with that object of female pride.
He pulls down the annoying cover and gently strokes every surface he can reach.
Once again, there's a long, drawn-out moan as he manages to get as much of the stiffening peak as he can into his mouth.
Darren gripped the loinbone solidity of his headrest, while his own continued to feel increasingly gripped by the warm, enveloping sheath.
"Much better than usual." Darren continued to murmur, sucking hungrily on the pair before him in turn.
Darren's hips reflexively move in search of the pleasure down there. The collision at the tip sent a bolt of electricity through his head.
Darren's grip tightens, giving way to an increasingly demanding grip.
It's no longer the imaginary man on top, it's the man bearing down heavily.
His head is still very hard to lift, lolling in the fresh rose fragrance of the strands that greet the smell.
The smooth, slender limbs next to Darren's thighs open up the distance, flanking the man's waist possessively.
Not to be left out, Darren pursues her release by pounding her faster and deeper. Not a single space is left unattended.
The sounds intensify. The breath caressing Darren's earlobes, as well as the wetness of sticky sweat rubbing against the surface of his skin, is instantly sobering.
Forcing his clingy eyelids open, facing the light that penetrated through the room's window divider, Darren spontaneously glared after the weight shot from his body.
"This isn't a dream?"
Another scream followed. Not just Darren's, but the girl who had become an outlet in his bed right then and there.
"Why are you here?" Darren immediately backed away, falling off the edge of the bed.
Ignoring the pain in his ass, Darren reached for the set of curtains to cover his intimate parts. He repeated the question while pointing at the long-haired figure that turned out not to be a dream.
The girl - who was no longer a girl - on Darren's bed pulled back the sheets and wrapped the thin fabric around her body. "Mom just told me to come in when I was leaving," he explained without guilt or regret.
The long, wet reddish lines printed on the sheet made Darren tighten his grip on the curtain. He realized he had made a big mistake. "Rin?" he called hesitantly.
"What?" The owner of Maureen's name endured the lingering pain in her groin as she picked up some clothes to put on.
"We're not ...." Darren wanted to shirk his actions, but it was impossible given the scene before him.
The man vividly remembers the curves in every touch that was on display before his eyes when Maureen changed clothes without shame. Darren struggled to gulp down the saliva that filled his mouth.
"If you don't want to admit it, it doesn't matter." Maureen even approached Darren's presence and held the object that had entered her from outside the curtain. "That was great."
"Rin ...." Darren's lips parted, trying to hide the hiss of savoring the touch that had hardened him so drastically.
"Stop calling me Rin! Say it clearly!" protests Maureen as she turns her back to Darren and tucks her legs into her shorts.
Of course the tightness that was visible when Maureen bent over also exposed the reddish cleavage from their actions. There was still some residue of Darren's release that glistened in the outside light.
"This is wrong, Rin!" Darren reached for the other curtain, covering himself as he grew hotter from the late teen's seductive behavior. He almost reached the closet, but a dressed Maureen held the door open.
"Uncle enjoys it too." Brashly, Maureen drapes an arm around Darren's bare shoulders. "You sprayed a lot earlier."
Darren's desire to get rid of Maureen's grip opens the curtain that covers him. Darren is at a loss for words and Maureen is amused.
Darren's awkwardness is attractive to Maureen.
"I didn't realize, okay?" Darren's wide-eyed gaze seems to be pleading for justification. There's a fear in his heart that's stirring.
Darren took a pause between them to reach for his shorts which were lying at the end of the bed. He felt goosebumps near the son of his father's best friend.
It wasn't like they were used to when they still didn't know the opposite sex in a special relationship. Maureen ruined all of Darren's expectations about the relationship between them.
"Now you realize, right?" Maureen was already in front of Darren when he turned around. "Shall we do it again, Uncle?"
***
Darren couldn't get over Maureen taking advantage of him when he was completely exhausted.He wanted to blame the motion sickness that took over his consciousness as soon as he reached the pillow.Maureen sat on the edge of the bed hugging the folds of her legs, facing Darren who chose to lean against the opposite wall.A few minutes passed in silence as the owner of tantalizingly curly eyelashes that fluttered shut faced the fierce scrutiny of her idol."Your period?" asks Darren, remembering how much his seed fills the space inside Maureen's hole.If he had to take responsibility, Darren would consider it. The vast gulf between them was not only a personal matter, but it might also break up the closeness of two families.He waited for the answer and stuffed both hands in his pants pockets. His shoulders rose, overwhelmed with all the possibilities of the future.Though Maureen continued to be mesmerized by the open view of the beautifully displayed athletic figure. Faint silky hair
Randy was surprised to find two humans of the opposite sex making out on the floor of the room.Maureen still had her legs wrapped around Darren's waist as she draped her arms around the shirtless man's neck.Their kiss was only broken when they heard a call. Both turned around, Randy was already girded at the waist, glaring and demanding a wordless explanation.Maureen and Darren were finally forced to sit in the living room, awaiting judgment when Maureen's twin sister and her father arrived."What did the kids do wrong?" asked Abra, Maureen's father, after taking a seat on the sofa across from them as he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. "How come they're all so quiet?"The two youngsters in front of him looked down.Darren placed a sofa cushion on Maureen's lap, covering his exposed groin when cross-legged. He wore a T-shirt pulled from the closet, rumpled and rushed.Without offering anything, Randy sat firmly on the single sofa between them. "We have something to talk about. I
"How about me, Sir?" Darren looked down again. Even if he raised his face, he tended to avoid the gaze of everyone in the room.His principle of restraint had been defeated by the person closest to him.His fists in his lap unraveled, moving to grip his knees and speak up."Look, I already have someone else to introduce to Mom and Dad. I have also talked to Mother about my future.""Uncle never told me!" protested the occupant of the seat next to Darren.The shrill voice hurts the ears. If I had to choose, Maureen's breath is much more melodious when it comes to her.Darren felt even more guilty for remembering it again.Maureen threw a sofa cushion at Darren's face. Her face was already bright red as she stomped away from the men.The plan in the big map that Darren had designed since long ago had to be put forward."Well, it turns out Darren himself already has a choice." Abra, Maureen's father chose to lean back, much more relaxed than before.It wasn't that he didn't appreciate hi
“I want to break up with Reval and celebrate that as well.” Maureen couldn't accept being the one left out. She had to make an impression worth fighting over that night.“Again?” Serena turned the car into the parking lot, obeying Maureen's request.The momentary stop gave Serena a chance to argue, “You don't count how many exes you have?”The advice was just an afterthought. Maureen covered her ears with her forefingers until her best friend could be seen taking a deep breath.Maureen picked up her handbag from one of the piles at the back, “Talk to my hand, Beb!” and thrust out a black card with a limit issued by a local bank.Serena immediately cheered in agreement. There was no refusal. Pool parties call for sexy, seductive bikinis, Maureen thought.The hotel location was their immediate destination after shopping for clothes for the next two days.Maureen felt the need for a vacation after the trial and the party. She would not ask her mother for permission for a second reason.“
“Coming too, Say?” Aletta welcomed Maureen under the pergola designed to provide shade for the party hosts.The outdoor space usually filled with sets of picnic chairs was replaced by various colorful waterproof beanbags and beach chairs.“I told you earlier to look atfor a second.” Maureen scanned the faces that passed by her. “Crowded too.”Maureen nodded, following the beat of the music played by the female dj under another pergola.As the night wore on, it seemed like the party atmosphere was getting wilder. Alcoholic drinks circulated easily, picked up from the scent that was very familiar to the nose of the woman who had just turned two-three. The girls were getting bolder and bolder clinging to their men disgustingly.It was no mistake that Maureen and Serena waited for bedtime to pass by by reporting to the parents who still thought they were babies and needed to be watched closely.“Hi, B*tch!” greeted Aletta after seeing the presence of Serena who followed standing next to M
“What else is there to explain, Ima?” Darren grabbed his wife's grip that had slipped. “Seriously, she is my cousin.”Legally, Maureen was indeed registered as the child of Darren's biological aunt, Natasha. The reason is none other than because Natasha and Abra's marriage is legally official and benefits both parties. Meanwhile, Maureen's biological mother, Aya, only got legally married a year after Darren's aunt passed away.Complicated. The majority of the local community still considers biracial relationships to be a close family that cannot marry. So, Darren felt safe referring to the twins as his cousins even though they were not blood.“Suite room only, ma'am, the regular one.” Darren immediately confirmed the room reservation, along with handing over his ID card and cashless payment to the receptionist on duty.“Is there really no secret?” Iqlima's peaceful impression had already turned spoiled when she found Darren's gaze continuing to avoid answering. “You're wasting your fa
"How is she, Uncle?" Serena tried to contact the other contacts in her message room.Her feet kept stomping the floor every time she walked towards the terrace barrier, searching among the crowds of the pool, then quiet again at the change in Maureen's cell phone screen."Oh, My! Aunt Aya keeps calling me again. What do you think, Uncle?"Serena's thin voice tends to get rowdy, disrupting Darren's concentration on checking the suitability of the hotel facilities he had passed through with the typing of the report.[Why must connect with Ririn again?]The name hasn't changed since Darren carried the baby version of Maureen. It's not hard to remember.Disappointed, yes. Maureen seemed to be taking an increasingly distant path from him, heard from his grandfather's complaints every time we met.Parties and parties, not to mention unfortunate expenses.Though for Darren himself, Maureen's consumptive level is still reasonable compared to his wife. All have the same basis, attracting the e
Maureen's nimble fingers sassily explored the lines of Darren's face, savoring the rough sensation of the fine hairs that formed sideburns along the mature man's jawline.Maureen's elbows rest on Darren's sturdy shoulders as her white fingernails dig into each strand of hair that emits a seductive, masculine scent.With one pull, Darren looked up, facing a face without distance. The corners of his sense of smell met as if sharing a breath.In an instant, she savored the sweetness of Maureen's lips.It's not a patch like the first time, but the little sucks Maureen does, luring Darren to explore further in the sweet wine-laced oral cavity.True, Darren liked the taste Maureen gave him. However, the mistake he made went too far.Darren's big hand has already landed on Maureen's unobstructed nub, squeezing her soft nub until consciousness gives way.The wide eyes of the woman in front of Darren seemed to be begging for more, but there was no continuation."You can't do this, Rin." Darren