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- Herausgeber: Adult Tagged
- Kategorie: Erotik
- Sprache: Englisch
At the end of a long drive, flirty, Andrea catches the stares of a pair of pearl clutchers in a roadside motel lobby. They gawk at the older man, George checking in with the barely dressed, barely legal. The real fun starts when the ladies are booked to sleep in the next room.
Faking it by banging on the wall ruffles the ladies, but it also excites the pranking May December pair for real. They give in to taboo touches, seductions, and unprotected climaxes. It’s rough, loud, dirty, and nothing next door neighbors should be doing together.
Obsessive neighbors desire and lust after the perfect innocent princess that lives too close in the Next Door Princess Series. They offer limited backstory, so you can get to the good parts fast. Climax quick with this erotic sharing love short story. Tap the buy button and experience a satisfying ending for yourself.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020
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Checked In Princess
Next Door Princess Series
By Sharon Love
First Edition, eBook Edition.
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This is a work of fiction for sale to ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY.
This is a work of erotic fiction and contains GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF SEX, WHICH MAY OFFEND SOME AUDIENCES. This book is meant for MATURE AUDIENCES AGED 18 OR OLDER.
All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older and all sex acts are consensual by all characters involved.
Sharon Love is an Author of Adult Tagged
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Checked In Princess
By Sharon Love
My neighbor, George needed a ride along on a weekend trip. He liked to fish up North and said a woman was good luck on the river. I didn't have anything else to do so I agreed to tag along. The drive was nothing special. We stopped at a small roadside motel along the way.
The winter air was chilly and so was the quiet lobby. There was one clerk working and he looked like he’d rather have been anywhere else but checking in weary travelers.
At least I was able to give him a small thrill. I’d bought a cute new sweater with a plunging neckline. I wore it with nothing else on underneath, except a too thin pair of tights. I knew we’d just be in the car and George would have the heater cranked up all the way there. To be honest, I was a little too exposed to be out in public.
The clerk unmistakably noticed my thin shapely legs and daring outfit as soon as we walked in the door. It gave me a tickle to know I’d captured his leering stare, but I was freezing in the lobby.
“Give me your jacket.” I tugged on my neighbor’s sleeve, keeping my eyes locked on the rattled clerk. George complied, giving in to my demand. He was broad shouldered and his jacket practically swallowed me up. After I was snuggled up in it all you could see were my tights. It made me feel sexier and I flirted harder with the guy behind the desk.
The bell from the lobby door rang. I turned to give a friendly smile to whoever had stepped in. It was two old bitties, clutching their pearls.
“Look at that,” they gasped, eyeing me me up and down.
“What?” I snapped. Sure it looked like I wasn’t wearing anything under the oversized men’s jacket, but I was. I flashed them. “I’m dressed.”
“Humph.” They snubbed. “Bet she’s a hooker,” one said to the other under her breath.
My face heated up with embarrassment. I’d never been insulted like that before. I wasn’t a virgin, but I didn’t sleep around. And I was there with my much older neighbor. How can they jump to such conclusions? Can’t they see he’s too old for me? Ahhh. It hit me like a ton of bricks. Of course I look like a hooker. And he has to be my sugar daddy. They’re wrong, but I can fun with it.
The clerk was having trouble syncing his credit card machine to the cloud in the snow storm outside. “Must have a frozen antennae or something,” he apologized to George who was tapping his fingers on the desk, impatiently.
“Sugar,” I cooed loud enough to make a scene. “When are we getting our room. I’m ready for bed.” To add fuel to the fire I was stirring in the old ladies pantyhose, I flung my arm around his waist and rested my head on his shoulder.
