I woke up to the sensation of warmth between my thighs, a soft ache that quickly blossomed into something more. My breath hitched as I felt something down there-a tongue, slick and insistent, sliding against my folds. My juices were already threatening to drip down, and a small moan escaped my lips before I could stop it. I didn't have to open my eyes to know who it was. Uncle Devin.

I opened my eyes to see him there, his head buried between my legs, his lips and tongue working me over with a ferocity that made my toes curl. He sucked at my pussy, pulling my sensitive flesh between his teeth, his tongue pushing inside me, winding and twisting as if he couldn't get enough. My hips bucked instinctively, but he held me down firmly, his hands gripping my thighs as he devoured me.