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Hanna's revenge

Hanna's revenge

shaknaka

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Hanna a girl who wouldn't do anything unless she finishes her un finished business with her good for nothing rapist uncle.

Chapter 1 Vengeance

He kissed me hard and started to rub his chest

On me I felt helpless.

So I gave in.

And I already thought this might happen anytime.He kissed me god knows for how long.

He started massaging my breasts he suck the carefully,and I felt hot down there his tongue is on every part of my body.

Matin, I called in avery deep voice.

I know, he answered a moaning voice and I will to to be gentle.

Then

let him to explore my body.

He put his

two fingers in womanhood I moad loud.

He kissed me again on my lips,he made me think

am his most treasured thing on earth.

He put his manhood in my fucking linking hole.

It felt good and pain at the same time.

When he finally finished I saw a disappointed look on his face.

He was ashamed of me.

I asked what is it matin? He looked in my eyes with pain and turn back the question,why did

Lie to me Hanna?

I thought you were a vagin.

I didn't tell you I was matin. I answered him with tears in my eyes.But you said you never had a boyfriend.

He said. I replied to him tears running from my eyes.Yes that I didn't lie to you. I slept with someone willingly,and yes am not a vagin.

I was raped by my good for nothing uncle.

He looked at me with regrets and said am sorry

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