Favorite Uncle

Autumn's chilling on the couch when her fave uncle, Marcus London, strolls in unannounced. She jumps up like a kid on Christmas, flinging her arms around him and pressing in close—total surprise attack that leaves him grinning. She's pumped to see him, no doubt about it. Marcus plays it cool, admits he's thrilled too, but damn, his quick business jaunt means not much hang time. Still, movie night? Sounds solid. Autumn's got other ideas brewing, though—way steamier than popcorn. She smirks, drops that she's been practicing massage moves, and begs to demo one on her beloved uncle. Marcus stalls, muttering about not missing the flick, but her eyes sparkle with that proud, horny gleam. He caves—why not? They've got hours to kill. Game on, and whoa, this ain't your grandma's rubdown. Clothes hit the floor fast. They slip into the shower, bodies brushing under the hot spray, steam fogging up everything. Heat ramps up as they tumble onto the mattress, her dumping slick oil everywhere—on his chest, down his abs, pooling in all the right spots. Their greased-up skin slides and grinds, lust exploding like fireworks. No holding back now; the pull's too damn strong. Autumn drops low, wraps her lips around his throbbing cock, sucking with wicked intent. 'All I wanna do is show my favorite uncle how deep my love runs—is that so bad?' she purrs, eyes locked on his. Marcus? He's done fighting it. Grabs her hips, guides her down till his dick's buried balls-deep in her tight pussy. Movie? What movie? They're way past intermission.