Côte d’Azur Confession: Uncle’s Bull Cock Devours Girlfriend’s Forbidden Hunger

July heat clings to the Côte d’Azur villa terrace. Pool water laps blue tiles. I, Lydie, petite blonde, eyes wide under straw hat, freeze. Grégoire, uncle bull, steps naked from the pool. Muscles ripple. That cock—thick, heavy slab swinging between tree-trunk thighs—steals my breath. Heart hammers. Skin flushes hot. He grins, sprawls on the lounger, sun drying his beast body. ‘Bronze like me, little one.’ Bikini clings as I strip to triangles. But eyes betray me, darting to his meat. Pussy throbs. Nipples harden. Wetness soaks green fabric. He knows. Stands. Cock thickens. ‘Touch it.’ Fingers tremble, wrap pulsing vein-ridged shaft. Hot. Alive. Bigger than boyfriend’s twig. I stroke. He groans. Gland swells purple. Lips part. Tongue tastes salt musk. Suck. He unhooks my top. Palms crush small tits. Kneel. Devour. He yanks bikini bottom. Fingers probe slick folds. ‘Wet slut.’

He flips me atop. Sixty-nine blaze erupts. His tongue spears shaved peach. Rasps clit. Fingers rim ass. I shatter—juices flood his beard. Waves crash, body convulses. But he hungers more. Pins me missionary. Legs splay. Bull cock nudges slit. Raw. Bare. ‘No rubber. Fill you raw.’ Pushes. Gland breaches. Stretches walls fire-hot. Half in—I’m stuffed, pulsing. Beg: ‘All!’ Doggy now. Ass high. He slams. Full length buries. Balls slap. Heart races wild. Skin slaps sweat-slick. Grunts animal. I howl—orgasm rips, cunt milks him. He floods. Cum jets deep, overflows thighs. No pause. Gland at rosebud. Slick with our mess. ‘Repeat: Fuck my ass.’ I gasp it loud. Invades slow. Malléable beast molds, fills bowels. Pumps. Prostate-milks pleasure. Another peak—anal fire consumes. He rules: ‘Nude always. Morning loads. Pics for nephew.’ Fucks harder. I cream again, lost femelle.

Ignited by Naked Power

Ashes settle. Body quakes, cum leaks from wrecked holes. Terrace spins hazy. Skin glows fevered pink. He slaps ass, hands postcard. ‘Write it.’ Naked, spent, I scribble: ‘His bull cock split me vaginally, anally. Jizz floods. Best fuck ever.’ He nods approval. Heart slows, but pulse lingers low. Unique ruin—vacation promise of depravity. ‘CUT!’ Lights flood. Director Nicolas kisses hand. ‘Pro as ever, Lydie.’ Actor-uncle winks, bolts to wife. Crew packs. Porn set revealed. My real hunger? This life. Nicolas eyes me: ‘Dinner? Abuse you days?’ I smirk, pussy twitching anew. Skin still burns.