The Secrets of Penelope Dela Fuentes

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My life has become monotonous since Uncle Sid relocated to Canada and became preoccupied with his family’s company. My older brother and I have relocated, and I am now the only one left in the mansion.

I followed his instructions. After he embraces me in his car, I cease to be a source of entertainment for the lads. I can feel the warmth of his body. Her thighs are also really attractive. The delicacy of the sensation, as well as its aroma, is quite addicting to me.

When I first saw the maid, I exclaimed, "Man, you made me some carbonara," with a smug expression. I’m far too lazy to spend time by myself at home.

"Please simply deliver it to my room," says the author. I grinned and returned to my room, where I could find some peace of mind.

The fact that his smiles disturb me whenever I go bothers me, even if I can see him, even if he is not present in my imagination.

My phone beeps, and I answer to find that an unregistered number has called me.

I’m Penelope Dela Fuentes, and I’d like to introduce myself. I close my eyes as I settle down on my bed.

I recognize this baby. I recognize him because of his enticing bedroom voice, and I feel aroused when he starts laughing.

"Did you miss me, Penelope?" Maybe I’ll smirk and giggle a little. Maybe I do miss him after all. Is it, however, significant to him?

"Yeah, why do you need to know that I missed you in the first place?" I drew my brows together and imagined how he would grin and laugh at me.

"I don’t want to know anything; all I want to know is if my niece misses her uncle." I was irritated by what he had to say to me. What was he thinking when he said that? I understand, don’t you?

"Edi, I miss you, uncle Sid," I murmured, singing in a gentle voice to the melody of my heart.

Penelope, get rid of your uncle. "I take a deep breath and mentally prepare what I’m about to say."

"I’m going to miss you, Sid." While my hands are put on my stomach, I nearly mumble, as if I’m tickled by what I’m saying. If this is correct, I am completely perplexed.

Penelope, I miss you as well. I want to wrap my arms around you and burrow my face into your neck. I’m missing the fragrance of strawberries. Penelope, I adore you and all about you... My thoughts are racing through my head, "he nearly whispers the last word he uttered, and I’m thinking the same thing." " What is it about him that makes me miss him so much?"

I wish you were here to witness this. Sid says something to the effect of "I’m bored," and I lay down somewhat to relieve the burning sensation I get every time Sid’s husky voice comes on the radio.

"Can you tell me what you’re wearing, Penelope?" He inquired, and I took a moment to consider what I was wearing. Is it necessary for me to inform him?

"Do you want me to respond to that?" I stutter-ed for a moment before closing my eyes. I’m not going to lie, it’s a little strange.

"Can you just tell me, Penelope, do you believe in me?" He inquired, and I responded affirmatively.

"I’m only wearing my robe and nothing else." As I was perplexed by what was going on on the other end of the line, I heard him curse on the other end of the line.

"S-sid?"

"Wait for me there, Penelope," the man says. I promise I’ll be there in 10 minutes. Her phone call was cut off till I sprawled out on the bed and buried my face in the pillow.

My face is sweltering. I guess I’m starting to flush. What is it about my uncle that makes him so nice to me?

If I close my eyes for a moment, I can feel hands on my thighs, and I can also feel moist between my legs... What exactly is it?

The corner of Sid’s mouth twisted around as he lay on my bed, starring at me with his hand resting on my thigh. He touched it and squeezed it just a little bit more.

What are you doing in this place? "Aren’t you supposed to be in Canada?" When I questioned him, he was still staring at me with his serious expression on his face.

"Wonderful, you didn’t lie to me," he replied, patting the back of my neck. After I opened my lips, I noticed he was peering at my lips and licking the inside of his lower lips.

Every time his flesh comes into contact with mine, I get heated. I represent ice, and he represents fire. His heat makes me feel like I’m melting. When he caresses my thighs, I get a nice feeling. Something is tickling within my stomach, and I’d like to know what it feels like. "Of course, if there is something even more terrible than that, why would I lie?" When he moves in closer to me, his dark brown eyes are plainly visible to me. It’s like falling into a black hole. I’m curious as to what he’s thinking when he glances at me like that.

This year, I’d like to try new activities and learn new skills. I’m hoping to learn something new and have an experience that I’ve never had before.

"Do you want a prize, Penelope?" "Good girl Penelope, do you want a reward?" He asks me a question, and I answer softly as my hand touches his.

"Can you tell me what my prize is?" When he bent over the bed and assisted me in standing up, I appeared to be overwhelmed by what I had said. The two plates of carbonara, as well as the beverages, were visible to me.

"Sit right here, and I’ll give you your prize, sweetie." I take a deep breath and sit on his lap. I recall that I didn’t wear underwear at the time. I’m only wearing this robe because I’m going to take a bath in my bathtub.

Also sporting cotton shorts, he stood out from the crowd, as did his buddy, who was dressed in a white t-shirt. When I finally felt his lap, I felt my cheeks begin to heat up as I realized he was holding something as hard as granite between his legs.

When he softly touched my face, I was a little scared. I could feel the warmth of his hand on mine. It’s lovely to wrap my arms around him since the heat of his body is so soothing.

"I’m missing the fragrance of you." He squeezed my chest even closer as he placed his face against mine. I could feel the movement in the space between my thighs. It feels like my femininity is pressing even more firmly onto his hard object between his legs. Cloth is the only item that acts as a barrier between us and our skin. I want to be able to feel it. If I didn’t have that feeling, I could go insane.

"Sid," I exclaimed, my voice and eyes ablaze with want and desire as I yelled at him. I have a strong desire to be touched by him.

Penelope, please refrain from acting in this manner. I’m not sure where to begin since I’m not sure where it all started. I only have to close my eyes for a few seconds before warm lips brush against mine. His lips move in a very delicate rhythm, which causes me to kiss him back.

I had no notion where to begin or how to get started. While I was kissing him, he softly held my waist and I began rubbing my femininity against his while I was kissing him. My pussy is dripping moist. I believe I am prepared for anything my body requires.