@thedcvilherself cont. from here
by now, the tears are streaming freely down her flushed face, cheeks as wet as her folds and the neck of the beer bottle she continued to fuck herself on. never before has she felt such embarrassment, such shame— but there’s something under the surface too, something desperate and needy that she’s trying desperately to ignore, the piece of her that can’t help but eye his leaking cock. it’s clear he’s enjoying whatever horror she’s feeling for herself, for him, his words acting to only add to the filth of an already sordid situation. leighton’s petite form jolts as his warm saliva makes contact with her cunt, running to join her own wetness in coating the bottle. she’s already the most exposed she’s ever been, panties around her ankle and skirt hitched up, fingers that had pulled apart her lips to inspect her now tugging down the top of her dress, allowing her breasts to fall free, allowing himself more of her. the words send a tremble through her body and she’s choking back a sob. “uncle logan, please.” her stomach is in knots, overcome with the situation and the feelings she didn’t know how to decipher. “i can’t. i can’t…i can’t finish.” in truth, the most of her experience with pleasure was in grinding fruitlessly against a pillow, bringing her more satisfaction than the boys her age had ever been able to when in pursuit of their own pleasure, yet still not enough to ever satisfy her. “i learned my lesson, i swear.”
her tears should have provoked a more sympathetic emotion out of him. but all it did was excite him even more. revealing his true nature. a sick, twisted man with no remorse. “you look so pretty like this, baby. with tears running down your face. you’ve never looked prettier.” his teasing was toeing the line of cruelty. she will come to realize just how cruel he could be. and that her little mistake was the reason he needed to unleash this side of him. logan would take her more seriously if she wasn’t the wettest he has ever seen a girl be without even being touched, much less being forced to be in a debauched position out in the open. “oh, that’s it baby, keep calling me uncle as you fuck yourself.” he chuckled as one hand drift higher to her neck. gripping her throat in a tight hold, while his other hand held onto the beer bottle. “you will finish. otherwise that tells me you won’t ever learn your lesson. life will never give you a free pass, sweetheart.” his hand tightened even more around her neck. his tongue darted out of his mouth and wrapped around her breast.