Feasting On My Wife: Taboo Erotica E-Book

Peyton Orne

• Herausgeber: Palimpsest Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

This full length erotic novel is so sexy we can't even tell you the preview…

Erotica:

"Ohhhh, Ann, baby, you're the greatest."

"Yhhuummmm," she cooed back, rocking her head, his cocktip rubbing the insides of her cheeks. After that, she let it thump the roof of her mouth, then glide into her throat for a few seconds. This made her choke a little, but she managed to control the spasms so she could repeat the movement.

With Stan's cocktip between the soft flesh of her tonsils, she swallowed, squeezing and caressing him with her throat.

"Damn," he gasped, his hands trembling as he leaned forward to touch her. Ann had never gone so far. She was choking a little, but even that seemed to excite Stan. She let her lips ride back to his tip, two of her cornrow braids tickling her lover's balls. She eased her mouth away to gaze at his cockhead. It was shiny with spit and looked as big as a golf ball, maybe bigger than a golf ball!

"Don't stop, baby," Stan begged. "I'm about to lose it all."

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Feasting On My Wife

Peyton Orne

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER ONE

Ann could hardly believe it. George had been in the shower when she'd awakened and she made sure he could see her naked body when he came out. It was as if she were a recorded message. He had gotten dressed on the run, fussed with his tie too long and had finally given her a quick kiss on the forehead.

"But, George," she'd sighed, squirming her hips around, hoping he would get the idea. Whether he got the idea or not didn't seem to matter. He was driving to Mill Creek that morning, his briefcase packed with sales contracts. She wouldn't see him for three days. The honeymoon was over.

"Shit!" Ann said, swinging her legs out of bed. She was wearing a shorty nightgown without the bottom part and her large, pale tits seemed about to explode from the lace-edged top. She would turn twenty in a month. Pulling up the edge of the nighty, she gazed down at the fluff of light brown curls that only half hid her pussy. It was that part of her more than anything that had caused George to ask her to marry him. Oh, he liked her tits and her narrow waist and her cute, freckled face. But it was her pussy that drove him crazy. He'd told Ann there wasn't another one like it in the whole world.