Lewd Wives: Taboo Erotica E-Book

Louis Holden

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

Beschreibung

The captain sat between her opened thighs and began massaging the lips of her pussy as he mouthed her nipples. Eve held his face to her breast and worked her cunt against his fingers, feeling her tensions mount higher every second. He seized the lips of her pussy between his thumb and forefinger so that he could gently pinch them together; she felt extraordinarily strong tingles of sensual joy course through her body each time he pressed. "Great," she whispered, feeling herself edging ever closer to the orgasmic breaking point. "Just keep it up and I'll come all over your hand! I love to be fingerfucked!"
"I'm your man," he answered. "I love to make a woman come!"
"Do it to me!" Eve muttered tensely. "And then I'll do you. I'll fist-fuck you if you like, or eat your cock. I love to have a big cock in my mouth!"
 

Leseprobe

Lewd Wives

Louis Holden

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 ONE

Screw it, she thought, shuddering at the schedule. Maybe I'll have myself a nice, hot shower and then a few drinks at the bar. I'll call Bob and tell him he's got to take me out to dinner tonight. He can't be all that much in love with my cooking.

Eve pulled off her tennis shoes and tossed them into the locker, then turned around on the bench so that she could lie out on it full length and allow herself to stop perspiring. No one else was in the ladies' locker room and she found herself dozing as she waited to take her shower. Her drowsy state was ended abruptly by a slam of the door leading outside and the rasping clatter of golf spikes on the cement floor. Eve opened her eyes but remained stretched out on the bench. The women-two of them, to judge by the sounds of their spikes-clattered into the bay of lockers adjoining the one where Eve lay.

"That was a pretty good round," one of the women said. Eve immediately recognized the voice as that of Gloria Haye. "I thought I had you on eighteen with that nine iron shot I made."

"There's nothing like luck," came the reply. Eve recognized this voice too; it belonged to Rhoda Weston, one of her best friends. "When you came in so strong with that iron, I just had to roll in a twenty foot putt. That ball couldn't have stayed out of the hole, no matter what!"

Eve lifted her head and started to make a wisecrack but then choked it off, deciding to remain quiet and attempt to recapture the drowsy feeling which had felt so comfortable.