He pulls the strap of my dress off my left shoulder and pulls my dress down until my boob pops out. He grabs it and starts to rub it.
"Perfect little tits. You are so beautiful." He whispers.
My uncle should not be talking about my tits. The feelings return and I close my eyes and let him do whatever he wants... I'm like a rag doll for him to use. He reaches under my dress and rubs my thigh. I feel him pull my panties down to my thighs and run his finger up my slit. I am getting wet and he slips the finger into my pussy a little. He moves down and pushes my panties down off my thighs. They slip down my legs and land around my ankles. He picks up my left foot to step out of them and then lifts my right leg up, his hand behind my knee.
I hear his zipper and I feel a tear leave my eye. My own uncle knows I am trash. How does he know? Is it that obvious? How does he know he can fuck me just by looking at me? I feel his cock touch me and slide right up my pussy. I grunt. He moves his hips around and then slides out. He pushes back in and then starts pumping. My boobs are bouncing as he pounds me. His head is next to mine.
"Baby, you are so sweet." He whispers.
I try to stay still and ignore him.
"This is the best pussy I have ever had. This little cunt is built for cock." He whispers.
