Elara's Uncle

Faint voices drifted from her room, each syllable a tiny hammer blow against his already pounding heart. He crept towards the door, his movements a silent shadow in the hallway.

 

The room was ajar, casting a dim light that illuminated the bed where Elara's uncle was mounting her, his hips thrusting against her.

 

Elara was beneath him; her eyes were closed as she enjoying her uncle's rigours thrust. Soft moans escaped her lips, her voice filled with pleasure.

 

"AAHAA"

 

"AAHAA"

 

"AAHAA"

 

"AAHAA"

 

"Elara, haaah…haaah, this is amazing. I can't believe I'm fuc*ing you." Her uncle slowly moved his hips, savouring every moment with her.

 

Elara didn't spoke but seeing her reaction, it was clear that she was enjoying. Ye Yang saw this and he felt rage burning inside him.