KRISTEN I had long lost the power to talk. All I could do was grunt. She moaned again and then started to move. Although it was her who was fucking me now, I still felt in charge. As she gracefully moved her body up and down, she seemed to intuitively know exactly what gave us both the most pleasure. She alternated long slow strokes with short, quick rocking motions of her hips, steadily building up the pressure, but always slowing down again whenever my grip on her waist got tighter and she felt that I was close. I don't know why but June seems to be in sync with my body. She knows just what to do and how to do it."Ahh, fuck..." She looked up and arched into me. My lips and fingers rested on her nipples. Before long, I could feel she was going to orgasm. Her breathing quickened, and the graceful movements became more erratic until she stopped bouncing up and down altogether and sat down in my lap, rapidly rocking her hips back and forth. Wet noises sounded as she ground her clit

JUNEI shamelessly trailed my hand down my body and pinched my nipples before heading to the main object of desire, the tight bud between my legs. With my entire focus on him, I spread my pussy lips with my fingers, making sure to fully lean back and catch some of the sunlight to give him a cinematic view of my body.“Doll, you need to stop this,” he said in a warning tone, with his gaze going towards the place I wanted it to be. “Why? Don't tell me you are tired of me just after a night?” Though I sounded less concerned, I couldn't help the twist I felt in my heart at the thought of that. Should he try to treat me like he does the whores he fucks—dumping when he's through with them—I might not survive it. “No, not exactly.” He reached towards me and touched my right cheek, “I don't think I can ever get tired of you, Doll. You are not like the other women.” He leaned down and kissed my forehead, staring into my eyes with an expression that showed just how much he adored me. “Then

KRISTEN Why come to me when you know it will be difficult to say what you have on your mind?I can't believe these kids.I always used to tell June to feel free to tell me things right from when she was younger. It never helped my anxiety to hear "Errm, Uncle, please don't be mad" repeatedly, only to learn that it was something less concerning."I can hear you," I said, fighting the urge to shove my computer's USB down her throat and fetch out the information."It's about my mother..." She looked up; our eyes clashed for the briefest of seconds. On impulse, her eyes went back to her fingers."Oh yes, you told me some time ago that she wasn't feeling too well. How is she now?""Better," she said. Then with a small voice, added, "I think...""Please tell me she is okay.""She is okay," Eva chuckled. "She just needs more medications and... well, and I seem to be low on cash. I want to get an upfront... about two months."Is this what took her a century to request?"Tell Edith that I agre

JUNEMy heart hammered in my chest at those words, said seriously with weight on them. It felt as if my heart was about to lunge out of my chest. I slowly raised my head to look at him, noting how serious he looked. The set of lines on his face, and how he sat up straight, made me know that whatever he wished to say must be serious. “What is it?” I asked in a gentle tone, trying not to let my emotions show. He sighed, running his fingers through his hair once more as he nervously tapped his right foot on the floor. Just like me, he looked uneasy. I could tell from how his hands shook and the occasional large gulps he took.What could be this crucial that he has to look anxious? Could it be that he's trying to break up with me?But that can't be possible. For a breakup to happen, we must have been dating. And the last time I checked, we weren't dating. We only had a mad, crazy fuck last night and this morning before he went to work. We don't—“What are we?” he slowly asked, soundin

KRISTEN June's puppy eyes and eager tongue swiping over her lips reminded me of a certain incident where I had to bribe her with a lollipop before she agreed to go to school.The look of eagerness in her eyes still cracks me to this day. Well, the case was the same now, only that the lollipop had, at one point or the other, changed.And like that, I started laughing."What's funny?" she asked me with furrowed brows."I just remembered something. Come on."When she got up and noticed me leading her to the bed, she pouted. "So you are really not going to use your toys on me?""Be a good girl and I just might.""I am a good girl," she said and pressed against my body, pushing me to the bed and pushing her weight on me. "I am, and will always be, a good girl for you, uncle.""That's my doll." Our faces were so close now, so I took the privilege of tasting them. They were warm and very soft, mostly from the friction on my dick moments ago. I knew I wasn't tripping when I tasted a faint m