You found me working in my mother’s garden, salvaging the last I could of her flowers to move to safety in the hothouse. I had never noticed you before, but you said you noticed me. You told me that you always managed to glance up or over just as I was getting plowed by my brothers and my lover or by my dad. You told me that you had worked up quite the fantasy about me, and that you would love the opportunity to play it out with me. 
When I agreed, you said just follow along. You pulled me up, slammed me against the wall of the hothouse, and proceeded to inform me that you knew what a dirty little incestuous slut I am, and that if I wanted to keep my secret, I would let you have your way with me. I nodded my head, seemingly scared for my life. You ripped my shirt, and proceeded to man-handle my tits, squeezing and pinching them. Then, you moved your hands down to my skirt, lifting it until you could feel that I had no panties on. I could see the desire just flood your face as you wrapped your hands about my ass cheeks and lifted me up to wrap around you. You pressed me hard against that wall for leverage as you reached between us and let your cock out. You slid up inside me so quickly and smoothly, all I could do was gasp. You filled me right up, and you started thrusting, rubbing my g-spot so hard that it brought me to a quick orgasm. I wrapped myself more tightly around you, then, and started to ride you for dear life. I wanted you never to leave me again, because you cock fit me so perfectly, and I felt so amazing with you filling me, wrapped around me. What I loved most of all, though, was when you whispered in my ear what a good little incest slut I was.
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