Working the Lode Quotes

“He slurped unashamed like a cow in a lake, as though her quim were the most ambrosial trough of sauterne imaginable. Was this some strange Indian thing? It was unbelievably shameful yet arousing to have his beautiful pointed nose buried in her sex, lapping away like a mountain cat.”
― Karen Mercury, Working the Lode

“Zelnora,” he rasped back, “the bullfrog has croaked it. I want your dewy pussy clamped down around my prick.”
― Karen Mercury, Working the Lode

“How he wanted to touch her hand again! And once again, it seemed that her eyes lingered the longest upon his face, this pumpkin who was the pinnacle of female virtue. Cormack’s cock, unbidden, elongated and stiffened. He was glad that his buckskin shirt covered his erection, although suddenly he was acutely aware that his belt was probably too tight.”
― Karen Mercury, Working the Lode