Only For Women : Adult Erotica E-Book

Megan Burnside

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

Beschreibung

Excerpt:


"Why not?" Tom Hansen replied quickly. "That's what we came here for."
She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her eyes directly in line with his crotch. Tom's body tingled with anticipation as he reached for his belt buckle.
"Want me to do that for you?" she asked.
"Sure," he answered, pleased at the offer. "Sure. But only if you want to."
Linda replied with a smile. She placed her hands at his belt and fumbled with it for a moment before loosening the buckle. Then she unfastened the snap on his pants and reached for his zipper. Tom felt his manhood swell instantly.
"Wait," he said, catching her forearm in midair. "Feel this."
He pressed her hand against the bulge which now stretched the front of his pants.
 

Leseprobe

Only For Women

Megan Burnside

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 ONE

"Why not?" Tom Hansen replied quickly. "That's what we came here for."

She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her eyes directly in line with his crotch. Tom's body tingled with anticipation as he reached for his belt buckle.

"Want me to do that for you?" she asked.

"Sure," he answered, pleased at the offer. "Sure. But only if you want to."

Linda replied with a smile. She placed her hands at his belt and fumbled with it for a moment before loosening the buckle. Then she unfastened the snap on his pants and reached for his zipper. Tom felt his manhood swell instantly.

"Wait," he said, catching her forearm in midair. "Feel this."

He pressed her hand against the bulge which now stretched the front of his pants.

"Wow!" Linda grinned as she felt the hardness beneath her palm and fingers. "It's stiff already!"

"Sure it is, baby. You turn it on."

A contented smile rested on Linda's face as she eagerly kneaded Tom's meat with her fingers.

Tom closed his eyes and let Linda work. The delicate probing felt incredibly good; it seemed like ages since he'd had his prick massaged.

"Linda," he said in a voice rising with excitement, "would you like to see it?"

"Sure," she replied agreeably, looking up at him with wide, dark eyes which blended perfectly with her summer-tanned skin.

Linda reached for the zipper and yanked it down. Tom knew her next move, knew all her moves; he thought this familiarity was the most pressing problem in their marriage, and he didn't know how to solve it. She would now unhurriedly take off his shoes and socks before pulling down his pants. Only after all that was finished would she look at his loins and tend to them.

He caught Linda's eyes; they flashed a mischievous look at him as she swung her head to resettle her satiny black tresses on her shoulders.