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232 pages, Paperback
First published December 13, 2016
He pulled at the fabric of my dress by my hips and whispered, “Intermission lasts for twenty minutes.”
As Allie continued to tease Marbeth with the wet toy, she reached with her other hand for Marbeth’s favorite: a lubricated eight-inch vibrator with a cervical stimulator and clitoral tongue. It was almost as thick as a small woman’s fist, though not as large as Allie’s.
Having seen the beauty of a strong man bowing to her will, she couldn’t bind herself to a man who wouldn’t use his passion to submit to her.
She used both hands to caress the length of his circumcised manhood, and then drew it into her mouth. She hadn’t tasted a man in so long; she hadn’t known she could miss it so much.
She shivered when she felt a drop rest at the raised pucker of her ass and threaten to keep going, before she felt a hot breath and then the tickle of a tongue licking it off.
The fire burned lower still , and Gwynn answered Emily’s hunger with an open mouth, igniting another wave of passion that pushed her head into the hardwood floor.
This wasn’t the first time in three years that I’d touched myself. And whenever Zack was close by, he knew. He knew that I sometimes touched myself and thought of him.
This man made me cream with just the timbre of his voice. He was dangerous.
Her nipples stood like flagpoles, both chilled and excited. He lapped at them eagerly, then grew more serious, sucking and probing with his tongue.
I’d heard about stroking a cock, but I was pretty sure most people didn’t do that with the points of their nails. Alex screamed and twitched, muscles straining, cock seeming to writhe in my girlfriend’s hands.
You give no sign of how heavy you might feel inside , if the wet-clay grip of grief has taken your throat and lungs, if ice has formed in a layer above your frightened bones. Or if the friction of our bodies shakes off anything that might hamper you.