"You are playing with fire, doll," he warned, eyes dark and dangerous. "A very deadly fire."
I looked at the chains on the bed again and pictured them clamped on my wrists, my tits and pussy in full display... Maybe deadly will do for now... 
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Harboring feelings for someone older than me seems deadly especially when the said person is my uncle. Despite knowing this, the thirst for a drop from his hot-as-hell river of sexiness can't be quenched. Fantasies turned into cravings which in turn spurred the implementation of my devious plans to get him all to myself. Will this blood barrier push him away from acknowledging this mutual feeling of lust, or will his fuel be poured on my burning coals?

Sinful Desires: My Uncle Is Mine

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. 


Chapter 61