Bestiality Girl E-Book

Genevieve Lemercier

• Herausgeber: Vintage Pulp Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Warning: This is a vintage hard-boiled full length, post-censorship erotic novel. This is bad stuff. Both bad meaning bad and bad meaning *good*. The story is so crazy, we can't even give a proper description. Check out the free sample if you can.

Leseprobe

Bestiality Girl

Genevieve Lemercier

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER ONE

At thirty-five, Ingrid was in her prime and a far cry from the thin, almost scrawny creature she had been until long after she had left college. She turned her head and studied her husband Martin as he lay quietly sleeping, his graying dark hair all mussed and tousled and making him look even older than his fifty-five years. Briefly, Ingrid wondered if he had a hard-on. He did, sometimes, in the morning.

She kept on staring at him, her hands moving flatly over the valley of her soft round belly, before moving upward to cup and squeeze at the swollen mounds of her fabulous tits. For several minutes she continued to fondle and caress them, the nipples responding eagerly as her thumbs teasingly stroked at them. A few moments later and she was stretching, cat-like, the familiar dull ache settling in her pulsing cunt and then sweeping crazily all through her loins.

It had been ten years since she and Martin had married. He had been forty-five and she twenty-five. His first wife had died four years before, and Ingrid would never forget the ardor of his fucking on their honeymoon. It was as if he just couldn't get enough of her cunt, and she now yearned for cock as she never had before.