Loren Beauchamp

“They embraced on the bed. His hands touched her thighs, making the soft flesh tingle. Then they moved up her body to her breasts, and he held the heavy mounds of firm flesh for a moment, until she started to pant. “Now, Lew. I’m ready — right now — ” The preliminaries had made her impatient. Now his body was against hers, and she shut her eyes tight, feeling the pinwheeling excitement in her breasts and thighs and loins and buttocks, and he grasped her tightly and she let out a gasp as their bodies joined and began to move, and she felt the thrills cascading through her body, delight upon delight. She dug her fingers into his back and he pressed down on her, flattening her deliciously, and his hands were squeezing her breasts, and she cried out in pleasure as he moved above her — And the cold, clear thought cut through her brain: What on earth am I doing?”
― Loren Beauchamp, Sin on Wheels: The Uncensored Confessions of a Trailer Camp Tramp