Kissing the Coronavirus (Kissing the Coronavirus #1)

by M.J. Edwards

so deprived of the feeling of a hot man-dog inside her lubricated pussy-bun,

Alexa’s heart fluttered like it had done the time she’d fucked the farmer’s cross-eyed son and uncrossed his eyes.

There was lots of sound and shaking and Alexa’s heart hammered harder than the time she was hammered by the carpet fitter when he came to fit carpets in her country manor.

His tongue, so soft and hot, like a chunk of microwaved fish, sloshing around inside her mouth.