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to let me uncle’s fiancé, the one who for months before had been the primary object of my masturbation fantasies, fuck me. I wouldn’t need those Facebook and Instagram shots anymore.
    I reached down and took hold of that phenomenal butt; the one I’d stared at a thousand times. Oh God, it felt wonderful in my hands; so warm, round, and fat, just begging for attention. I clawed at it, slapping and gripping it with all my sexual energy, relishing every squeal of delight that came out of her mouth. Without a second thought, I searched for her tight asshole and pushed my middle finger inside up to the knuckle. Estella moaned against my lips as I finger-fucked her ass while she bounced on my cock like a woman riding a horse. I could feel her drenching my lap and the seat beneath us.
    “So good, Eddie,” she moaned, “Mm, you’re such a good boy. Make me scream.”
    I bit down on her nipple, and sure enough, my ears rang with her cry. I let go of one of her cheeks and began fondling her right breast, jiggling and squeezing the delicious globe like the very act could give her an orgasm.
    Estella bit down hard on my ear, showing me just how much she loved what I was giving her.
    She couldn’t possibly feel as good as I did. In fact, to put it lightly, I was surprised I hadn’t flooded her pussy the moment those sweet, mature lips had enveloped my young prick. But by now, I was definitely close to orgasm, and I told her as much. In response, she grabbed my mouth, hissed at me to fill her with my seed, and rode me harder than ever.
    The car bounced like it was loaded with hydraulics; it must have looked crazy from the outside. None of that quiet, foggy window shit from Titanic; Estella was putting the car’s springs, and my cock, through the ringer. I knew I’d be sore afterwards, but that didn’t make a lick of difference.
    And I gave back just as much as I took. Gripping her shoulders for leverage, I synced my bouncing rhythm to hers so that when she dropped, I bucked upwards. I went deep . So deep, in fact, that even on my very first night of physical passion, I knew what it felt like to reach a woman’s cervix.
    And boy, did she let me know how hard I was ramming it. Estella screamed like a Latin banshee, showing just what a good Catholic woman she was by blaspheming against His holy name with every hard thrust I delivered.
    Of course, as a new member of the Society of People Without a V-Card, there was no way I could keep this up. I delivered three deep thrusts, groaned into Estella’s ample chest, and held her down on my crotch as I released my fresh seed into her.
    My uncle’s fiancé caressed and kissed my hair as I slowly came down from my orgasm. Eventually, once my breathing subsided, she whispered against my cheek, “Baby, that was so good.” And then I proceeded to taste her mouth for another sweet, long moment.
    I drove us back home, with the comforting sound of that woman’s steady breathing beside me.
    The fact that I may have killed a man that night was conveniently swept out of mind.
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    That was an unbelievable day, and it all came flooding back to me that night as I lay in bed.
    The sudden realization that I had mowed down an underworld boss with Estella’s car hit me like a ton of bricks. Not about the car – the company’s insurance would likely cover that – but the fact that I jeopardized the safety of my entire family by the actions I had taken, including Estella.
    To say that I spent the next day with a knot in my stomach was an understatement. Every knock on the door brought me into a shaking panic (yeah right, as if the Mexican Cartel would only knock!), and every time the phone rang I rushed over to listen to who it was.
    There was radio silence on the first day – life went on as normal, though I couldn’t shake off the gut-wrenching feeling that shit was about to hit the fan at a hundred miles per hour.
    Then two more days passed, and I worked up the courage to call my