"Alright, co down," Nicholas Croft stopped as he walked into the room, holding a bottle of red wine in one hand and two wine glasses in the other, wanting the little thing clinging to his back to co down.
Sophie Foster tightly wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms even more tightly around his neck, her small face pressed against Nicholas Croft’s cheek, playfully shaking her head, "Mm~ Put on the couch."
With a helpless shake of his head, Nicholas Croft walked to the couch, turned around, and put Sophie Foster down, placing the goblets on the coffee table. Just as he sat down and poured the red wine, Sophie Foster was already entwined again.
She snuck in under his arm, climbed onto his lap, and asked playfully, "Uncle, did you miss Lara?"
"I did," Nicholas Croft smiled, pecking Sophie Foster’s lips, then patted her little bottom, "Be good and co down, Uncle has poured you red wine."
Sophie Foster shook her head, "No, Uncle, feed ..." then she pointed to Nicholas Croft’s lips, "With these."
"Little rascal!" Nicholas Croft chuckled lightly, bringing the goblet to his lips for a sip of red wine. Sophie Foster then offered her pink lips, softly pecking and sucking, taking in the liquid from Nicholas Croft’s mouth slowly, swallowing it down, her small tongue sweeping across her lips, savoring the taste, saying, "So sweet."
Seeing her adorable expression, Nicholas Croft raised an eyebrow, "Want more?"
"Mm~" Sophie Foster shook her head, her eyes gleaming with mischief, "Uncle, I need to go to the bathroom."
With that, she jumped off Nicholas Croft’s leg and headed to the bathroom.
With a helpless sigh, Nicholas Croft elegantly crossed his legs, leaned on the couch, and sipped his red wine. After a while, the bathroom door opened, and Sophie Foster appeared in a sheer nightgown.
Her ssy braids had all been untied, long hair cascading over her shoulders, one hand resting on the wall inside the bathroom, half of her body exposed, fingers slowly sliding along her calf upwards over to her round bottom, then suddenly standing up.
Nicholas Croft’s wine-drinking motion paused, his gaze darkening slightly, seeing the little temptress already walking over from the bathroom door.
In a black transparent nightgown, her pink hues and concealed panties were clearly visible.
She ca to face Nicholas Croft, turned, and sat on the coffee table, one hand propping behind her, long legs lightly stroking, a finger sliding slowly along her body.
With eyes full of deep allure, her small tongue also slowly swept across her lips.
"Uncle, Lara’s surprise for you, do you like it?"
"I do..." Nicholas Croft’s sexy Adam’s apple moved up and down, uttering two words as he tilted his head, downing all the red wine in the goblet, sweeping Sophie Foster into his arms under her teasing gaze.
Thin lips pressed down, covering those moist pink lips, gently grinding, passing the liquid slowly from his mouth.
*****
It’s not about pillow talk, it’s because she lacks a sense of security, feeling sowhat inferior in front of her excellent Uncle Nicholas who seemingly has it all.
"I want..." ca a muffled grunt, a word escaping from thin lips as he spoke.
"Where do you want Lara..."
"Here..." Long fingers clasped her jaw, capturing those slightly parted pink lips, swallowing all her gasps.
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