Falling for My Dirty Uncle

Her nipples are hard beneath her—oh, what’s this? She’s a bridesmaid too, apparently. Whoever picked out these thin-ass dresses deserves a hat tip.

Then her hand, previously covering her mouth in what looked like an innocently horrified display—though I fucking know better because I’m reading all her signs—trails down her face, and she bites gently on the tip of her finger.

And…fuck. Yeah, so I thought I was rock-hard earlier, right?

Not even close. Not with this girl watching me like she wishes she were the one with my head between her legs.

Okay, angel. You like that? Let me show you exactly what I can do.

I grip the bridesmaid’s ass and pull her to my face, forgoing the tease and going straight for the money. Or rather, the honey.

And it’s a good thing the bridesmaid screams out as I thrust my tongue deep into her wet pussy. Because our little visitor gasps pretty damn loud herself at my blatant display.

Because not only am I tongue-fucking this bridesmaid right here in front of her, but I’m watching her. My gaze raking over her body. Taking her all in.

There’s no way she doesn’t know exactly what I’m thinking right now.

That I want her to be the one spread out before me. Shaking as I lick her to orgasm. Lapping up her cum as she squirts all over me.

And squirt she will. I’m going to fucking feast on this girl’s cum if I have my way. And I always have my way.

I continue to watch her, loving the flush that covers her smooth skin, wondering how swollen and flushed that little cunt is right now, too.

Fuck, I have to know.

For good measure, even though Slutty Bridesmaid is already coming, I go for the gold. I’m like a fucking Olympic pussy eating champion. I spread her even wider, her thighs sticking out in the air, and pull her clit into my mouth, sucking, licking, and tugging on it until she’s practically writhing…

…all over the wedding cake.

Oops. Sorry, brother. But not sorry enough to stop.

Because, I swear, my sexy little voyeur is starting to shake. She gasps, grips the wall, and I fucking swear she’s coming.

She’s literally coming as she watches me.

I’m about to explode out of my pants, rip right fucking through them.

Slutty Bridesmaid comes again, then goes limp into the wedding cake. I pull back, reach up to my lips that are coated in two kinds of sweet sticky cream, and swipe my fingers over my mouth.

With my eyes still only on this sexy as fuck girl, I give her a wink, tip my fingers toward her—some fucked up kind of nod to what just happened—then slide them into my mouth.

My intention is clear.

Your turn.

Chapter 2

Mira

Oh, god. Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god!

Did that seriously just happen?

I want to tell myself that it was all just some crazy dream fantasy or something, but the sticky cum soaking through my panties tells another story.

Holy shit. I totally just came watching some random man eat out my mom’s bridesmaid. What the hell?

I watch as he licks the creamy frosting—or is it cum? Cum cake? I don’t even know—off his fingers, and I still can’t seem to tear my eyes away.