The Little Niece is steadily more active, her pecks evolving into kisses, prolonging the interaction to become a full fledged make out session with her Big Uncle, not unattending Obelisk, pampering the shaft of flesh with her delicate, youthful fingers, slowly, but with fervent dedication to compensate for her novice skills, and complete absence of practice.
It doesn't take long before our snogging intensifies, finding her tongue knocking at my lips, wanting to enter in my mouth.
Responding in kind, we initiate a heated dance that is not diverting to dominance or control from none of us.
Raw, unfiltered passion drives us, completely devoid of pretentions and second intentions, solely wanting to share a tender moment of lewd intimacy.
The lovelorn in Verulkya is only matched by a wonderful sight, her True-Wine Halo is hovering above her head, like mine does.
