[R18] My father is a pervert – “My Father Is a Pervert” Chapter 114 [English]

Chapter 110 Raped by Uncle

I was finally able to take a breath, lying on the ground, trying hard to catch my breath, but he still didn’t let go of his hand covering my mouth, and all my body-heated breath blew into his palm.He didn’t move for a long time, paying attention to the movements of a man and a woman outside.The two people finished their affair, talked sweetly to each other, and vowed to each other. Then they packed their clothes and left together.

Goya waited until the two of them were far away before he lowered his hand covering my mouth.I have never felt that the air is so fragrant, and breathing freely is so comfortable. I took a big breath, sucking the coolness of the night into my lungs, and behind me, Goya’s laughing voice sounded, and now I no longer need to suppress it:

“Ah, Count Walder should change his bad habit. He always likes to go to other people’s territory and seduce other people’s maids… and he is still so careless about the beginning and the end. It seems that the lesson he learned when he was caught by the countess last time was not profound enough… Fortunately, this time he was only seen by you and me, and he was not caught by the countess again. Fortunately, not bad…”

What a dead head!

I had half recovered my consciousness, and at this moment I was stabbing him a thousand times and ten thousand times in my mind. At the same time, I was using my strength on my wrist to move forward – damn, he’s stuff was still stuffed in my hole.

“Hey, little wild cat, where do you want to run?” When he noticed that I was about to run away, he closed my small waist with his big hands and pulled me back. I screamed, and the huge stick came back full, making me tremble.

“No! Let go!” I was finally able to speak out, and with tears in my eyes, I turned around and scolded him: “You bastard! How dare you rape me! I want…I want to tell daddy to let him lock you up, no! Let him kill you! Let me go! Let me go!”

If I have a soft voice, I will suffer a loss. Even if I am cursing, my voice is soft and unconvincing. When it falls into his ears, it will actually make him happier.He raised one corner of his mouth and smiled in a naughty, frivolous and attractive way: “Rape you? Then you can climax so many times?”

“You…you’re talking nonsense!” I said stubbornly and refused to admit it: “I didn’t!”

“No… what about now? The little pussy has started to shrink again… is it coming again? Huh? Isn’t it?”

“Ah! Ah! No… you are not allowed… don’t… let go… let go…”

He locked my waist, not giving me a chance to escape, and poked me from behind. Sure enough, my sensitive body couldn’t stand the stimulation. After being pushed a few times, the hole tightened more and more frequently and became tighter and tighter. Then I raised my head, straightened my waist, screamed and let out again, and the spring tide surged out, dripping down from between my legs.

“How is it?” He smiled and slowly swayed his waist: “Very comfortable?”

“Ah…ah…that’s…no…no…you are not allowed…”

“Not yet, what about this? Will it be comfortable?”

“Ah! Ah! You, you dare…ah! You, you are bad…oooo…”

I was pressed under him and fucked in various ways. My soft and tender body became his toy, being played with so much that I couldn’t put it down. I didn’t expect that I had such a high tolerance. climaxWaves of surges came one after another, and my body tensed and trembled again and again, but it was not broken yet… However, such frequent accumulation of pleasure forced my nerves to the point of mental collapse. In the end, I couldn’t stand it anymore, and I didn’t care about my dignity and face. I softened my mouth and started to beg for he with whimpering:

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.

“Kitten…be good…uncle hasn’t cum yet…let uncle cum in…then go out…obey…”

He said, holding my thigh, this time he really used strength, swinging his waist fiercely between my legs, and the thick meat shaft “squeaked” in and out of my pink hole. I could do nothing but scream and cry, which made he feel so good.I don’t know how many times I climaxed again. My body and consciousness were all paralyzed into a puddle of mud. Finally, in the haziness, I seemed to feel he roaring. The thing pushed hard into me and shook violently. A fire filled my inside, with the abdomen as the center.

When I regained consciousness, it was already noon the next day.I opened my eyes and found that I was back at the manor and sleeping in my bed.I stared at the ceiling for a long time, and then sat up suddenly, scratching my hair in anger.

asshole!That big bastard!He actually raped me!Moreover, he actually left it behind after eating it?!How dare he!

I asked Leti to come in and ask about what happened last night – sure enough, yesterday Goya found Leti, and together with her, he took me back to the manor in a coma, and then really left like nothing happened!I was so angry when I heard this that I kept asking Letty why she didn’t just give him a few stabs, even if he had to cut off his children and grandchildren!

Because of this shame, I refused to go out for the next few days and did not participate in any activities.I don’t want to admit that that “rape” relieved the torture of the love medicine in a timely manner.When I think of Goya, I feel like I have a burning anger that I can’t let out.In fact, I don’t know whether my anger stems from him raping me, or from the fact that he ran away after having sex with me and ignored me, which caused serious damage to my self-esteem and vanity…

I stayed gloomy for a few days. One afternoon, I took a walk in the garden for a while. I was languidly illuminated by the gentle late autumn sunshine, and my mood finally relaxed a little. Then, when I walked directly from the garden through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the living room, I saw a tall figure sitting casually in the middle of the spacious sofa, with a frivolous smile on his face, and waved to me: “Hi.”

I was stunned and stared at him blankly.This was the first time since his return that we had met in a private setting, rather than at some dance or dinner.At this time, he was dressed casually, and his hair was not combed back like before. It was curly and messy hanging down his forehead. It was three points less formal and seven points more wild.The thick eyebrows were tilted with a smile, and underneath were the shining brown eyes, smiling, looking like a lovable guest.

I stayed for a few more seconds, then suddenly came back to my senses, grabbed the fruit in the fruit plate on one side, and threw it at him fiercely!

“Asshole! Who let you in!” I kept grabbing fruit and smashing it on him, yelling: “You are so brave! You dare to come to see me!”

“Hey, hey…” He looked embarrassed and protected his head with his arms to resist my attack, but there was no tension in his tone: “Why are you so angry? You don’t want me to come?”