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He hears laughter outside the window, and there she is— running away with glee as the ducks chase her. He shamefully shakes away his perverted thoughts, turning away from the view to look down at his worn bible. Fingers turn white, caressing the verses as if it would cure him.

Oh, God.

The dreadful realization that he's lusting over her washes over him like poisonous waves would over an unsuspecting shore. His dearest friend’s daughter, of all people! And yet, his cock cruelly hardens when hearing her sweet giggles and after seeing a glimpse of her white cotton panties— heart shaped, he noticed— it painfully throbs. When she unknowingly bends over, giving him the full view of the very image he had been fantasizing about all day.

He props his elbow up against the wall, eyes darkened with lust. He’s heavily fixated on her— and only her. His breathing, his heartbeat, everything is suddenly uncontrollable. What a sick fuck he is! Nevertheless, he continues to imagine how her soft body would look naked against his eager canvas. Her curves. Her innocent moans.

He must have her.

He squeezes his eyes shut. He could already feel the pressure in his jeans tighten and he drops his bible to run cold, slender fingers through coarse hair. He draws an unsteady breath through his nostrils as he pulls his jeans down to his thighs, dragging dark boxers along with them. The tip of his cock reddens as precum threatens to spill and he grasps his cock to stroke it lazily then transitions to coaxing it to the full max. Aaron fists his mouth to control his moans. He rubs his thumb over the tip and smears precum along his throbbing length. Images of her heart shaped panties flashes through his mind and he breathes heavily, jutting his hips forward to enhance the motion of his hands going up and down on his length.

‘What does it smell like?’, he sinfully wonders. Should he go over there and take a pair of her panties and use it for his own pleasure? Will she notice that it is gone? God, he so desperately wanted a mere glimpse of what could lie beneath all that cloth.

Aaron’s eyes are half-lidded and saliva drools at the corner of his mouth. His body swells with arousal and sweat trickles down from his scalp to his chin, he can only stare at his dear friend’s daughter, wishing he could press his lips against her pretty folds. With the other hand, he squeezes his balls and presses the base of his cock with a swift motion, quickening the pace. When he feels his knee going weak, the heat pools in his stomach and his muscles tense up. As the pleasure intensifies, he smears his precum over the slit of his cock, causing more wetness around the tip.

Aaron parts his legs and throws his head back, moaning out her name so softly and quietly, in fear that his wife could hear him if he dared to get louder. His hips are beginning to lose rhythm and he yanks his dearest reunion shirt up, hitting his climax and cum spraying everywhere. He clumsily loses his footing and slides down against the wall— shameful tears forming in his eyes knowing he had committed perhaps the gravest of all sins.