To say that Monaliwas frustrated was an excessive exaggeration. Monalistood on the terrace of a castle hotel in the midst of her annoying relatives. It was her great-grandmother’s 100th birthday and everyone in the family had come to this feudal festival. Monalicame from a very wealthy family with all very successful people. Monaliwas also basically no exception, but at the moment there was simply the worm in terms of career. As was usual in her family, she had studied business administration and completed her studies with a degree. After that, however, she decided to start a career with a large bank in America and because of the ongoing banking crisis she was now unemployed and had to beg her grandfather for a job in the family business.
Monalidecided to get a glass of champagne at the bar. She had just ordered her glass from the bartender when someone stood very close behind her and also ordered a glass for herself.
A distinctive scent reached Monali’s nose. Habit Rouge Monali’s favorite fragrance for men. Men like John Abraham wore this fragrance. With Monali this fragrance rose directly from the nose up into the brain and from there down the spine to between her legs. The bartender handed her and the man behind her a glass of champagne. Monali turned around curiously because she wanted to know who was standing behind her.
It was her 2nd degree uncle Amit. Ok, actually his name was Amit Roy but he only called himself Amit. He was the black sheep of the family.
Amit’s mother, Monali’s father’s cousin, had married a building contractor from Munich and was thus out of favor with the family. Her son Amit, who continued to run his father’s company, was not very popular with the family and celebrations like this were not welcome. He made the status as enfant terrible clear again with his outfit. He was a handsome man in his late forties whose black hair got a very light, horrible look. He was tall, almost two meters tall and athletic slim. The other male guests were all wearing suits and ties, but Amit had opted for well-fitting jeans and a white shirt. The shirt sleeves were rolled up to the elbows and the top buttons of his shirt were unduly open. Monali, who was only half a meter smaller than Amit, had to stretch her head in spite of her high heels to look into her uncle’s smirking face.
“Monali, but you grew up.”
Before Monali could answer Amit raised his glass and toasted her. Both of them drank their glasses almost in one go.
The two ordered another glass and stood a little apart to talk. But before they got past the first small talk, Monali’s mother appeared to save her poor daughter from the wild uncle. Monali was given a timpani because she had already drunk so much again and her mother gave her the instruction to go to her room and go to bed so that she was fit for the big family celebration tomorrow To perform the intercession in honor of the jubilee. Monali was literally dragged away by her mother from Amit and Monali could only say goodbye to her uncle with a short we see tomorrow.
Even more frustrated than she already was, she went to her room.
She stripped naked, lay under her cool sheets. She was actually not tired at all and the encounter with Amit had excited her so she started to satisfy herself she didn’t get far because there was a knock on the door. Angry, she got up, grabbed the hotel robe and went to the door. It was probably only her sister Mrinaly who wanted to rave about her great husband. This time, however, she would quickly get rid of Mrinaly. Grumpily she opened the door and was horrified when it was not her sister but Amit who was standing in front of the door. The tall man in the door frame casually leaned one hand on the opposite door frame, in the other hand he held a bottle of champagne and two glasses.
“May I come in” he asked in his deep, velvety voice.
As if in a trance, Monali held the door open for him to enter. Amit went to a small table, opened the champagne bottle and poured a glass for both of them. Amit handed one of the glasses to Monali and sat on the edge of the bed. Monali took a sip and noticed that she was only wearing the bathrobe and it was just covering up the bare minimum. Monali apologized to Amit and was about to go to the bathroom to put her clothes on when Amit grabbed the belt of her bathrobe and pulled her onto his lap.
Monali was totally surprised and her bathrobe was now quite wide open. Amit held her on his lap with one arm clasped so that she couldn’t get up, then he whispered seductively in her ear.
“I think we shouldn’t miss such an opportunity. What do you think, little one?” Then he started kissing her neck. With Monali the mind began to break. All she could do was stammer. “But, but we’re related.”
Amit laughed and replied: “Niece and uncle of the second degree. According to the German penal code, this is no longer punishable. Perhaps perverse but not punishable.” Then Amit turned Monali’s head and worked on her other neck curve. Monali could only sigh, words were now completely unnecessary. Amit started stroking her thigh with the hand he had been clutching her waist with. When he noticed how wet it was, he laughed softly. His deep laugh was like a little tremor, causing goose bumps all over her body.
“My little Amit would also like to get to know you. How about saying hello to him?” Amit whispered in Monali’s ear.
Then both of them got up and Amit took off his pants, leaving his shirt on. He sat back on the bed and Monali knelt in front of him. Slowly she ran her tongue up and down the length of the tail a few times. Then she began to take turns sucking on the tip and playing with her tongue. Meanwhile, Amit had leaned back on the bed and began to moan with relish. Then she took the limb as far as she could in her mouth and moved up and down a few times. Then she started sucking and sucking on his testicles, working on his cock with his hand until he finally sprayed. After a brief moment of relaxation, Monali took off her bathrobe and Amit laid Monalion the bed next to her so that her knees hung over the edge of the bed.
Because of his size, he could bend over her abdomen and then caress her breasts. He sucked and licked her nipples and did not forget the small gap between her breasts. When he had had enough of her breasts, he kissed down to her belly button. He reached for his champagne glass that he had placed next to the bed and poured some of the tingling fluid into her belly button.
Then he licked the champagne from his navel. He repeated the whole thing three times, always running some of the liquid towards her vagina. Now he followed the trickle with his mouth.
He had tasted a lot of women, but he particularly liked Monali’s taste. Together with the taste of the champagne, it was a real explosion of taste. He sucked on her clitoris and licked her damp crack. He put her legs over his shoulders and lifted her abdomen a little so that he had better access to her “hobby room”. As he licked and sucked, he began to explore her innermost with two fingers. At some point Monali started to rise up and her hands clenched into the rumpled sheet. He had found her G spot. He caressed her and her vagina began to twitch and her breathing was just staccato. Then he pushed Monalia little further into bed, lay down on her and penetrated her. At first the rhythm was slow almost tender but then the intensity of his bumps increased. But what was still not violent enough for her. She wrapped one of her legs around him and then she began to turn them so that she ended up sitting on him. Now she set the rhythm and it was uninhibited and wild. It wasn’t long before Monalifelt the tail start to pulsate in her and her vagina started to twitch again. When she then felt how it came to her, it had happened to her and the two came to orgasm at the same time. then Monalifelt the tail inside her start to pulsate and her vagina started to twitch again.
When she then felt how it came to her, it had happened to her and the two came to orgasm at the same time. then Monalifelt the tail inside her start to pulsate and her vagina started to twitch again. When she then felt how it came to her, it had happened to her and the two came to orgasm at the same time.
Both were out of breath when Amit pulled Monali into his arms and covered them both. He took her cell phone and set the alarm clock, then kissed her tenderly on the mouth, wished her good night and put out the light. The first day of the family reunion was over and Amit was looking forward to the next day.