Give me your tongue, my sweet.’Maddy did her best to return the kiss, grateful that the pain was beginning to diminish, and at the same time, she be...ame aware of a deep pleasure beginning to build deep within her loins. A pleasure enhanced by the illicitness of the act; the sheer filthiness of being fucked by her uncle.Cassie put her mouth to Maddy`s ear: ‘He`s close now Maddy. Do you want his spunk inside you?’Maddy nodded. There could be no other way now. The act had to be completed.‘Then you. "So I've heard," she replied. She was as strangely cool as she was intense. "Shall we begin?" This is only an interview, Miss Circe," Gleyre said. "To see if you're suitable for the painting I have in mind." Oh, I'm suitable for what I have in mind," she said somewhat enigmatically. "Look!"We couldn't either of us not look. She unbuttoned her blouse, then pulled it off with her chemise, then stood confronting us with a slight smile.Her breasts were disappointing. Small. Chaste. . .. I'm a slutty girlfriend, and I want to be used," she murmured, as his hand finally reached and cupped her breast, his thumb brushing against her nipple. It was already hard, aching, she was desperate to pull him up, to bury his face against her tits. "I want to be fucked, baby, and passed around," "Used like a living breathing fucktoy, a cum dumpster? My little girl, just a public use toy..." He trailed off, sitting up on his knees, biting her skin softly.She trembled, wrapping her fingers. That's the last time I take those to go to sleep, I thought to myself and rolled out of bed, the bright sunlight shining through my windows stabbing my eyes.Aunt Claire had left a note on the fridge saying she'd gone out with some friends and she'd be back later tonight, a hastily written cell phone number below her writing if I needed to reach her; she hated cell phones.I had the house to myself, the sun was shining, my headache eased after breakfast and it might reach forty degrees. The.