"Uncle," sensing the man's intentions, Sophie Foster couldn't help but mutter, trembling as her hands under the faucet shivered when the belt was undone.
"Ah... Uncle..." Sophie gasped, struggling slightly after being apart for a week.
Nicholas Croft's lips wandered around Sophie's neck, his hand gripping her jaw to turn her towards the mirror, "Good girl, look inside..."
Sophie obediently looked into the mirror, where the reflection of the little woman, although heavily made-up, showed eyes already misty with desire. What stirred emotions was the man behind her, his white shirt open, revealing toned muscles that tensed with every move, and he was lost in her neck with his lips and tongue.
In the heat of passion, he placed her on the vanity, dropping kisses on her chest. "Lara... get a butterfly tattoo here... Uncle likes it..." He liked her dressing herself up like a butterfly, dancing freely in his garden since the moment he met her, admitting he was a lolita complex.
"Mm..."
