The sun dipped below the horizon as I pulled up to Almaz's home, the warm glow of the windows beckoning me inside. I had been looking forward to seeing her all week, my mind filled with fantasies of what the night might hold.
But as I stepped out of the car, I was greeted by a surprise. Instead of Almaz, I was met by her 12-year-old daughter, who bore a striking resemblance to her mother.
"Hi there," she said, her voice sweet and innocent. "You must be here to see my mom. She's not home yet, but come on in. I can make you a cup of tea while you wait."
I followed her into the kitchen, my eyes drawn to the way her tight shirt hugged her developing body. She moved around the kitchen with a grace and confidence that belied her young age, and I found myself struggling to hide my arousal.
As she poured the tea, she accidentally brushed against my crotch, her eyes widening as she felt my erection.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said, her cheeks flushing. "I didn't mean to do that."
But instead of pulling away, she began to touch my thigh, her fingers tracing patterns on my skin. I tried to resist, to remind myself of the taboo nature of what was happening, but I was powerless to resist her charms.
With a quick movement, I exposed myself to her, my heart pounding in my chest. She looked up at me with wide eyes, her mouth open in surprise.
"I-I've never seen one before," she stammered, her hand reaching out to touch me.
I took control, picking her up and carrying her to the kitchen table. Her small body was no match for my strength, and I could feel her heart racing as I laid her down.
She was inexperienced, her attempts to pleasure me with her mouth clumsy and unsure. But I didn't care. I was beyond reason, beyond morality.
As I began to have sex with her, she cried out in pain, but I didn't stop. I was consumed by my own desires, my own needs.
When it was over, I left her covered in semen, her body still and silent on the table. I quickly hid as Almaz entered the kitchen, shocked by what she saw.
I knew I had crossed a line, that what I had done was wrong. But I couldn't help myself. I was drawn to the young girl, her innocence and curiosity a powerful aphrodisiac.
I knew I would have to face the consequences of my actions, but for now, I was content to bask in the afterglow of our unexpected encounter.
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