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And so, he does. But not before picking little Shannon up, placing her on his lap, tiny little legs straddling his, as he stares into her eyes. Passion, need, want, and uncontrolled sexual desire radiate from his dark eyes. Fear, confusion, a plea for help, an overwhelmed little girl who is not ready for this look back at him. Did Uncle respond to that sad, delicate look by putting her down? By letting her go? By buying her an ice cream cone and doll and treating her like all the other girls at school with nice Uncles? Lol, he reached under her tutu and stuck a finger up her cunt. It hurt, she cried, and I got wet hearing her relive it. “I didn’t want him to do it” Shannon cried, “it hurt, and I wanted it to stop,” she said as the first knuckle went in.
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And did it stop? “No, he got his whole finger in and started to rub around inside me” she whimpered.
Oh, poor Shannon, I whispered, tell me what happened next, I know your dirty Uncle couldn’t stop there.
Tears, tears, and more tears tumbled down Shannon’s cheeks. “This is so hard for me to talk about” she complained. Well, yeah, I thought, but that wasn’t about to stop me from getting what I wanted. Which was every last detail of this magical night.
Shannon wanted a shoulder to cry on, but therapist Laylene missed that day in therapy school. I needed to know exactly what happened, so I ignored her pleas and just said “Go on” as if there wasn’t a blubbering mess on my therapist’s couch. Surprised by my response, but doing as told, Shannon said “And then he laid me on my back and put his cock against my tiny slit.”
“His cock that was three times as thick as his finger that barely fit inside your undeveloped pussy? Is that what he put on the edge of your slit?” I asked as my own fingers started massaging my aching pussy.
The tears really started flowing then, matched only by the wet stream trickling from my totally turned-on pussy.
What do you think happened next?
Sometimes a story is ruined by its ending, but here the real fun is in the journey. So, horny readers, fifteen minutes later Shannon had extracted a second Uncle load, this one landing on her face. But oh, what a fifteen minutes it was. Do you think Uncle got his oversized cock into her tiny pussy? How many delicate Shannon hands worth of masculine essence could he force inside? Or maybe he felt bad and gave her hands another ride. Or those delicate lips that framed her beautiful innocent smile from the photoshoot, maybe they took some of the steam out of his balls. Do you think Shannon loved it? Hated it? Or hated that she loved it? I won’t tell, it’s the therapist couch privilege after all, but you’re welcome to guess what’s the one thing Shannon hates the most about that day.
Call me, I can’t wait to hear about the journey you have planned for, dear Shannon.
XXOO Laylene 1-844-332-2639 ext 419
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