Horny Heaven: Taboo Erotica E-Book

Dakota Weir

• 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…

Excerpt:


"Oooooh, please! Don't stop," she groaned, tightening Tier arms around his neck, as he pulled his other hand from her cunt, where he'd been rubbing her erect clit.
"Please," she whimpered, trying to reach his mouth with hers, "I'm so hot. Please, play with me some more."
"I will," he answered.
She caught his hand, tried lifting it back to her tits.
He resisted her effort.
"I want to look at you," he said. "I'm tired of groping under your clothes; I want to see what I'm touching."
Syndi drew her legs up until she could swivel to a sitting position. The couch was in darkness, but there was a beam of light in the center of the room.
She rose and walked to it.
 

Leseprobe

Horny Heaven

Dakota Weir

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER ONE

"Oooooh, please! Don't stop," she groaned, tightening Tier arms around his neck, as he pulled his other hand from her cunt, where he'd been rubbing her erect clit.

"Please," she whimpered, trying to reach his mouth with hers, "I'm so hot. Please, play with me some more."

"I will," he answered.

She caught his hand, tried lifting it back to her tits.

He resisted her effort.

"I want to look at you," he said. "I'm tired of groping under your clothes; I want to see what I'm touching."

Syndi drew her legs up until she could swivel to a sitting position. The couch was in darkness, but there was a beam of light in the center of the room.

She rose and walked to it.

Reaching the small circle of light on the floor, she posed, knowing she was seductive in her clothing, a ribbed tank top that stretched tautly over her bulging tits, a pair of denim bell bottoms that fit her hips and thighs as if molded to them, and a pair of lacy bikini panties that showed slightly through the opened fly front of the jeans. Slowly, in time to an imaginary beat, she began to sway sensually, twisting her hips and shoulders as she contorted her body.

Syndi was tall for a girl, five feet seven, and slender, only 118 pounds. But where it counted she carried enough flesh; she had nice tits, high-set compact mounds that pushed audaciously at the tank top, tits that fitted well in a man's hands or mouth, tits that sported small red circles and long nipples at the end.

Her tits stretched a tape measure to thirty-five inches but her waist was only twenty and her belly was flat. Her ass was pert, and a tape around her hips revealed a thirty-four inch diameter. Syndi's legs-were good, possibly her best physical asset.

If her legs weren't the best feature of her body, her hair was. Both of her parents were blonds, her grandparents were blond; the combination of genes had reduced Syndi's hair almost to whiteness. When the sun was strong, as it had been for two months, she became a tow-head.