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Chapter 10: Uncle Lim (Act 6)
Lina’s body trembled as she slumped against the dressing table, her breath ragged, her thighs slick with her own juices. She could still feel the ghost of Uncle Lim’s tongue on her pussy, the way it had lapped at her until she’d come undone. Her mind was a whirlwind of guilt and confusion, but her body...her traitorous body still hummed with the aftershocks of pleasure.
She hadn’t agreed to this. She’d only promised a handjob. But now, her top was off, her bra discarded, and her shorts and panties pooled around her ankles. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and yet… something inside her stirred.
She heard the sound of plastic tearing, faint but unmistakable. Her heart raced, but she was too spent to react immediately. Slowly, she pushed herself up from the table, her hands gripping the edge for support. When she turned her head slightly, she saw him...Uncle Lim, his frail frame standing behind her, his cock now sheathed in a condom, pressed against her ass cheeks.
“No,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Please, Uncle Lim… I didn’t agree to this. I can’t…I am not a whore!”
He leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. “Lina, my dear, you’ve already done so much for me. Just a little more. I have another envelope of cash for you. Think of your husband, his shop. He needs the money, doesn’t he? You’re not a prostitute. You’re just… helping an old man feel alive again.”
Her eyes welled with tears as she shook her head. “I can’t… I’m married. This is wrong…please...”
But even as she protested, she could feel his hands sliding up her sides, his fingers finding her bare breasts. He cupped them roughly, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, making them harden instantly. She gasped, her body betraying her once more. His touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through her despite the guilt gnawing at her conscience.
“You’re so beautiful, Lina,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “Your tits… they’re perfect. So full, so soft. I’ve wanted to touch them for so long. Let me have this. Just this once.”
She bit her lip, her mind warring with her body. She could feel his cock sliding against her ass, the tip brushing against her pussy entrance. She wanted to push him away, to scream, to run… but she didn’t. Instead, she stayed still, her silence giving him the permission he needed.
He took it as an invitation. With a groan, he gripped her hips and pushed himself inside her, inch by agonizing inch. Lina’s eyes widened as she felt him fill her, her pussy stretching to accommodate him. She could see their reflection in the mirror...her naked body, her tits bouncing with every thrust, his frail frame moving behind her. It was surreal, like watching someone else’s life unfold.
“Oh God,” she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper. “This is… this is wrong…”
But Uncle Lim didn’t stop. He began to move faster, his hips slamming into hers with a rhythm that was both punishing and intoxicating. His hands never left her breasts, squeezing and kneading them as he fucked her. Her tits jiggled with every thrust, the sight of them only fueling his desire.
“You feel so good, Lina,” he grunted, his voice thick with lust. “Your pussy… it’s so wet, so tight around me. I’ve waited so long for this.”
She couldn’t help but moan as he hit a spot inside her that made her toes curl. Her body was betraying her again, responding to his touch, his cock, in ways she didn’t want to admit. Her tits bounced wildly as he increased his pace, his grip on her hips tightening.
“Look at yourself,” he urged, his voice rough. “Look at how beautiful you are when you’re being fucked. Your tits… they’re mesmerizing. I can’t take my eyes off them.”
She did as he said, her eyes locking onto their reflection in the mirror. She saw the way her tits moved with every thrust, the way her nipples hardened under his touch. She saw the look of pure lust on his face as he fucked her, his eyes glued to her bouncing breasts. It was humiliating… and yet, it turned her on in ways she couldn’t explain.
“Uncle Lim…” she whimpered, her voice trembling. “I… I can’t…”
But she could. Her body was already responding, her pussy clenching around him as another orgasm built inside her. She tried to fight it, to hold it back, but it was no use. With a cry, she came again, her body shaking as waves of pleasure crashed over her.
He didn’t stop. If anything, her orgasm only spurred him on. He fucked her harder, faster, his cock slamming into her with a ferocity that left her breathless. His hands moved from her breasts to her hips, gripping them tightly as he pounded into her.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he muttered between fucks. “Those prostitutes I’ve been with… they’re nothing compared to you.” Lina’s eyes flew open at his words. “Prostitutes?” she repeated, her voice trembling. “You… you lied to me?”
Uncle Lim paused, looking up at her with a sly grin. “I needed you to feel sorry for me,” he admitted. “But it doesn’t matter anymore, I am inside you now.”, he moaned saying it.
Lina’s stomach churned with disgust, but before she could protest, he was back at her breasts, squeezing with renewed vigor. She whimpered, torn between the pleasure coursing through her body and the revulsion she felt at his deception.
“I’m close, Lina,” he groaned, his voice strained. “I’m going to come inside you.”
She could only nod, too overwhelmed to speak. Moments later, he let out a guttural moan as he came, his cock pulsing inside her as he filled the condom with his release. They both collapsed onto the floor, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.
Lina lay there, tears streaming down her face as the weight of what had just happened settled over her. She felt used, violated… and yet, a part of her couldn’t deny the pleasure she’d felt. It was a confusing mix of emotions that left her feeling hollow.
Uncle Lim reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Thank you, Lina,” he said softly. “You’ve made an old man very happy.”
She didn’t respond. She couldn’t. All she could do was lie there, staring at the ceiling, her body trembling, her mind a whirlwind of guilt and confusion. Uncle Lim’s words echoed in her ears, but she couldn’t bring herself to respond. Her chest heaved as she tried to steady her breathing, her full breasts rising and falling with each shaky breath. She felt him move away and doze off on the mattress in the corner of the room.
Lina’s body trembled as she slumped against the dressing table, her breath ragged, her thighs slick with her own juices. She could still feel the ghost of Uncle Lim’s tongue on her pussy, the way it had lapped at her until she’d come undone. Her mind was a whirlwind of guilt and confusion, but her body...her traitorous body still hummed with the aftershocks of pleasure.
She hadn’t agreed to this. She’d only promised a handjob. But now, her top was off, her bra discarded, and her shorts and panties pooled around her ankles. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and yet… something inside her stirred.
She heard the sound of plastic tearing, faint but unmistakable. Her heart raced, but she was too spent to react immediately. Slowly, she pushed herself up from the table, her hands gripping the edge for support. When she turned her head slightly, she saw him...Uncle Lim, his frail frame standing behind her, his cock now sheathed in a condom, pressed against her ass cheeks.
“No,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Please, Uncle Lim… I didn’t agree to this. I can’t…I am not a whore!”
He leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. “Lina, my dear, you’ve already done so much for me. Just a little more. I have another envelope of cash for you. Think of your husband, his shop. He needs the money, doesn’t he? You’re not a prostitute. You’re just… helping an old man feel alive again.”
Her eyes welled with tears as she shook her head. “I can’t… I’m married. This is wrong…please...”
But even as she protested, she could feel his hands sliding up her sides, his fingers finding her bare breasts. He cupped them roughly, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, making them harden instantly. She gasped, her body betraying her once more. His touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through her despite the guilt gnawing at her conscience.
“You’re so beautiful, Lina,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “Your tits… they’re perfect. So full, so soft. I’ve wanted to touch them for so long. Let me have this. Just this once.”
She bit her lip, her mind warring with her body. She could feel his cock sliding against her ass, the tip brushing against her pussy entrance. She wanted to push him away, to scream, to run… but she didn’t. Instead, she stayed still, her silence giving him the permission he needed.
He took it as an invitation. With a groan, he gripped her hips and pushed himself inside her, inch by agonizing inch. Lina’s eyes widened as she felt him fill her, her pussy stretching to accommodate him. She could see their reflection in the mirror...her naked body, her tits bouncing with every thrust, his frail frame moving behind her. It was surreal, like watching someone else’s life unfold.
“Oh God,” she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper. “This is… this is wrong…”
But Uncle Lim didn’t stop. He began to move faster, his hips slamming into hers with a rhythm that was both punishing and intoxicating. His hands never left her breasts, squeezing and kneading them as he fucked her. Her tits jiggled with every thrust, the sight of them only fueling his desire.
“You feel so good, Lina,” he grunted, his voice thick with lust. “Your pussy… it’s so wet, so tight around me. I’ve waited so long for this.”
She couldn’t help but moan as he hit a spot inside her that made her toes curl. Her body was betraying her again, responding to his touch, his cock, in ways she didn’t want to admit. Her tits bounced wildly as he increased his pace, his grip on her hips tightening.
“Look at yourself,” he urged, his voice rough. “Look at how beautiful you are when you’re being fucked. Your tits… they’re mesmerizing. I can’t take my eyes off them.”
She did as he said, her eyes locking onto their reflection in the mirror. She saw the way her tits moved with every thrust, the way her nipples hardened under his touch. She saw the look of pure lust on his face as he fucked her, his eyes glued to her bouncing breasts. It was humiliating… and yet, it turned her on in ways she couldn’t explain.
“Uncle Lim…” she whimpered, her voice trembling. “I… I can’t…”
But she could. Her body was already responding, her pussy clenching around him as another orgasm built inside her. She tried to fight it, to hold it back, but it was no use. With a cry, she came again, her body shaking as waves of pleasure crashed over her.
He didn’t stop. If anything, her orgasm only spurred him on. He fucked her harder, faster, his cock slamming into her with a ferocity that left her breathless. His hands moved from her breasts to her hips, gripping them tightly as he pounded into her.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he muttered between fucks. “Those prostitutes I’ve been with… they’re nothing compared to you.” Lina’s eyes flew open at his words. “Prostitutes?” she repeated, her voice trembling. “You… you lied to me?”
Uncle Lim paused, looking up at her with a sly grin. “I needed you to feel sorry for me,” he admitted. “But it doesn’t matter anymore, I am inside you now.”, he moaned saying it.
Lina’s stomach churned with disgust, but before she could protest, he was back at her breasts, squeezing with renewed vigor. She whimpered, torn between the pleasure coursing through her body and the revulsion she felt at his deception.
“I’m close, Lina,” he groaned, his voice strained. “I’m going to come inside you.”
She could only nod, too overwhelmed to speak. Moments later, he let out a guttural moan as he came, his cock pulsing inside her as he filled the condom with his release. They both collapsed onto the floor, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.
Lina lay there, tears streaming down her face as the weight of what had just happened settled over her. She felt used, violated… and yet, a part of her couldn’t deny the pleasure she’d felt. It was a confusing mix of emotions that left her feeling hollow.
Uncle Lim reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Thank you, Lina,” he said softly. “You’ve made an old man very happy.”
She didn’t respond. She couldn’t. All she could do was lie there, staring at the ceiling, her body trembling, her mind a whirlwind of guilt and confusion. Uncle Lim’s words echoed in her ears, but she couldn’t bring herself to respond. Her chest heaved as she tried to steady her breathing, her full breasts rising and falling with each shaky breath. She felt him move away and doze off on the mattress in the corner of the room.
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