“Fuck,” she hissed, beginning to feel horny.
“What is it?” he whispered.
“Never mind,” she moaned.
Johnny observed her stretch marks, as his hand caressed her thighs, running them between her legs, urging her to spread them. Tanya hesitated.
“It’s ok, relax,” he whispered, immediately noticing the tension in her legs disappear.
Johnny reached in between her legs, then gently squeezed, caressing the fat on her inner thighs, his hand an inch from her womanhood.
“Feel good?” he whispered.
“Oh my god, yes,” she hissed, biting on her bottom lip, “but this isn’t right.”
“We’re not doing anything wrong,” he whispered.
“Yet,” she grinned.
“Shh,” he whispered, noticing her nipples poking through her top, “I can tell you’re enjoying this.”
“Stop it,” she blushed, placing her hands over her breasts.
Johnny grinned, as he built up the courage to ask her something she may find offensive.
“Can I lick your feet?” he whispered.
“What?” she glared at him, “did you just ask if you could lick my feet?”
“Yes I did,” he grinned nervously.
“That’s disgusting,” she smirked.
“Not for me,” he said, “please!”
“You’re crazy,” she grinned, “go on then, do it.”
Johnny wasted no time as he sucked on her toes and licked her feet.
“Crazy,” she hissed.
“You don’t like it?” he queried her.
“No, it’s not that, it’s dirty,” she smirked.
“As long as it feels good,” he whispered, “enjoy.”
After greedily indulging on her feet, he kissed his way up her legs to her thighs, making her giggle from being ticklish.
“Ok, turn around now, I’ll do your back,” he instructed her.
“This has helped sober me up,” she said, attempting to turn over, “oops, maybe not.”
Tanya’s head spun as she turned over, reminding her of how much she actually drank that night.
“You feeling ok?” he asked.
“Yeah I’m ok, just silly,” she giggled, “ignore me.”
Johnny threw his leg over her, and sat on the back of her thighs, his knees taking most of the weight.
“Is that ok?” he asked.
“Yes,” her voice muffled, buried in the pillow.
“Can I lift your top?” he asked.
Tanya propped herself up on her hands, freeing her top so he could pull it up, then relaxed, burying her face back into the pillow.
Johnny gently massaged her neck, then softly tickled her back, running his fingers up and down the sides of her ribcage, giving her goosebumps.
“It tickles,” she giggled.
He couldn’t help noticing how close his dick was to her hot squishy ass, as he made small circles on her lower back.
Sliding further down her legs, his eyes focused on the fold where her bum cheeks met her thighs, his dick literally jumping out of his pants.
“Fuck you got a hot ass,” he whispered.
“Excuse me!” she grinned, popping her head up.
“I said you got a hot ass,” he smirked.
“I thought that’s what you said,” she smirked, shaking her head, resting it back into the pillow.
“So, can I massage it for you?” he asked nervously.
“Ah, no, it’s not a good idea,” she said.
“Sorry, did you just say it was a good idea?” he joked.
“Funny,” she replied, her face still buried in the pillow.
Johnny raised his hands up over her ass, thought about it for a moment, then slapped her bum cheeks, shocking her.
“Ouch,” she shrieked, “that hurt.”
“You’re a naughty girl,” he whispered, mashing and squeezing her juicy bum cheeks.
“You having fun there?” she smirked.
“Yes, you got such a hot ass,” he told her.
“You mean big and fat,” she smirked.
“It’s delicious,” he said.
“You know how weird that sounds coming from you, right!” she said.
“I disagree?” he smirked.
“Well it is.” she insisted.
“Well you’re not really stopping me,” he suggested.
“I told you it’s not a good idea,” she reminded him, “you don’t listen.”
“Oh sorry, I thought you said it’s a good idea,” he grinned.
“You knew what I said,” she smirked.
“Well, you did say I could touch you, just not in your private parts,” he reminded her.
“And what do you think my bum is?” she grinned.
“Not private!” he giggled.
Tanya put her head back down in the pillow, and just shook her head.
“Maybe you’ll let me massage your breasts,” he dared suggest.
“That’s not happening,” her head shot up.
“Imagine how good it would feel,” he grinned down at her.
“Umm, where is Jane?” she smirked, “I wonder if she would like her husband massaging my breasts.”
“In bed, she’s drunk too,” he informed her.
“Just as well!” she smirked, “because we’d be in a lot trouble right now.”
Johnny raised his knee, motioning her to turn onto her back.
“Johnny, we can’t,” she said, turning onto her back, pulling her top down, covering her breasts.
“Please Tanya,” he pleaded, “you’ll love it.”
“I’m sure I would, but not from my own uncle,” she smirked.
“What’s the difference?” he asked.
“A lot,” she grinned.
“My hands or someone else’s, there’s no difference,” he winked.
“You’re going to get us into trouble,” she smirked, pulling her top up under her chin, revealing two perfectly sized handfuls of white fatty flesh.
“Wow, they’re nice,” he whispered, “does this mean you’re letting me touch them?”
“Well isn’t that what you wanted?” she asked.
“Yeah, but I didn’t actually think you’d let me,” he giggled.
“Either did I, so hurry before I change my mind,” she grinned.
As Johnny caressed her breasts, scooping them together and pinching her nipples, Tanya moaned, licking her lips in lust.
“You like that, don’t you!” he whispered, as a seductive grin appeared on her face.
Not taking his hands off her breasts, he slid down and kissed her belly, while using his tongue to probe her navel, sending shivers down her spine.
Johnny feeling courageous, ran his tongue up over her cleavage, then back down, teasing between her breasts.
“Can I?” he whispered.
“Yes!” she hissed, knowing exactly what he was asking.
Johnny planted his mouth over her breasts, licking and nibbling her nipples, causing her to stretch and arch her body wildly, hissing.
“Fuck,” she hissed, “we shouldn’t be doing this.”
“But it’s just starting to feel good,” he whispered.
“That’s the problem,” she moaned, arching her back.
“Just relax,” he urged her.
Tanya slipped her top off and looked down towards her crotch.
“We really shouldn’t be doing this,” she whispered, noticing the unmistakable bulge in his boxers.
“I can’t help it,” he said, “but there’s no harm in it though.”
“But you’re my uncle, we shouldn’t be doing this,” she pleaded.
“It’s ok,” he whispered, “no one will ever find out.”
As Johnny caressed her breasts, all efforts to suppress her sexual desires, failed, as she began touching herself.
Johnny noticing her hand now working her crotch, slid down and attempted to entice her to allow his tongue to take over.
“No, we can’t,” she moaned softly.
“I so want to taste you,” he whispered.
“No,” she hissed, “we can’t.”
Johnny shuffled himself in between her legs, kneeling, her hands still firmly covering her crotch.
“I said no!” she stressed.
“I’m not,” he whispered, as he kissed her inner thighs.
“Oh my god,” she moaned, raising her knees and parting them for him.
“You smell so nice,” he whispered.
“Stop,” she blushed, her pheromones driving him crazy.
Even though she was horny and turned-on, Tanya refused to move her hands for him, keeping them firmly over her crotch.
“Jesus Tanya, if you would only let me,” he whispered, “I know you must be fighting the urge.”
“Oh my god, Johnny,” she said frustrated, her hands now resting on her pubic bone, revealing a large wet spot in her underwear.
“Fuck,” he hissed, tasting the drenched satin below her fingers, “take your underwear off, I promise it’ll be worth it.”
Torn between right and wrong, and sighing in frustration, Tanya hesitantly moved her panties to the side, granting him access.
“This is so wrong,” she complained.
“Yet so right,” his voice quivered, as he ran his tongue between her hairy labia, and lashed her clitoris, stimulating it out from under its protective hood.
“Oh my god, Johnny,” she moaned, “this is so wrong, I’m not even clean.”
“You’re perfection,” he whispered, as his tongue probed the crevices of her womanhood.
Tanya placed a pillow over her face to help drown out her moans, as her body wriggled uncontrollably.
“Slowly,” she moaned, feeling she was starting to losing control.
But Johnny persisted, fluttering his tongue over her clitoris, causing her entire body to tremble, stimulating her inner most desires.
“My god, fuck,” she hissed, clawing at the bed, “you’re going to make me come.”
Johnny sat up and smirked.
“I knew you’d like it,” he winked.
“Oh my god, why did you stop?” she asked in a frustrated voice.
“I’m horny too, now,” he whispered.
“You’ve been horny the entire time,” she sighed.
“That’s true,” he replied.
“I so need it touched,” she moaned, frustrated, “what are you doing now?”
“Can we have sex?” he whispered, “we’ve done everything else.”
“Oh my god, Johnny,” she moaned.
“Please,” he pleaded, “let me make love to you.”
“Oh my god, that just sounds so wrong,” she sighed.
“I almost made you come, already,” he reminded her.
“That doesn’t make it right,” she told him.
Johnny pleaded, begging for her consent, placing his thumbs inside the waistband of his boxers, as Tanya sat up showing interest.
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