Unveiling Forbidden Bliss: A Secret Affair with...

Weeks turned into months, and our secret life as cousins-turned-lovers only grew more intense. Bilal and I were inseparable in the shadows, our days filled with stolen glances and our nights with raw, unbridled passion. I felt so proud and loved by him - my own cousin, who treated me like the sexiest girl on earth. He worshipped my body, his eyes devouring my chubby curves, my 34C breasts, and every inch of my skin as if I were a goddess. It wasn't just lust; it was adoration that made my heart swell. And the way he aroused me, his thick dick hardening at the mere scent of me, sniffing his fingers after fingering my wet pussy... it made me feel special, cherished like no other person could.

At 19, I was still navigating this world, but with Bilal, I felt empowered, desired beyond measure. He was 24, lean and muscled from his work as an auto electrician, and our taboo connection only fueled the fire. We weren't just cousins; we were horny sex couples, exploring each other like lovers in their prime, hungry for every taste, smell, and touch.

It started innocently enough after that unforgettable Friday night. The next morning, after our parents returned from the wedding, we had to play it cool. But the tension was electric. During the day, when the house was quiet, Bilal would brush past me in the hallway, his hand grazing my ass or waist, sending shivers through me. At night, as soon as our parents' door clicked shut, he'd slip into my bed, his body pressing against mine. We'd cuddle naked under the covers, his erection pounding against my thigh, and I'd whisper how much I loved him worshiping me.

One evening, about a week later, we came home from college feeling exhausted but horny. Bilal was already home, lounging in the living room. Our aunt and uncle were out visiting neighbors, so we had a rare moment alone. He pulled me onto his lap, his hands immediately sliding under my kameez to fondle my boobs. "You're so fucking sexy," he murmured, his voice thick with arousal. His fingers trailed over my curves, pinching my nipples, and I moaned softly, arching into his touch. He loved my body, my 34C breasts, my every inch of skin as if I were a goddess.

It wasn't just lust; it was adoration that made my heart swell. And the way he aroused me, his thick dick hardening at the mere scent of me, sniffing his fingers after fingering my wet pussy... it made me feel special, cherished like no other person could.

We'd cuddle naked under the covers, his erection pounding against my thigh, and I'd whisper how much I loved him worshiping me. He loved my body, my 34C breasts, my every inch of skin as if I were a goddess, and it made me feel special, cherished like no other person could.

And that's our erotic story, little one.

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