Come (Vintage Erotic Novel) - Anju Quewea - E-Book

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Anju Quewea

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This is a Vintage Erotic, Adult Novel... Full of sexual adventures... Involving a sexy and Seductive girl... Full of Sex, Surprises and Unusual Naughty Twists.

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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

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Come

PART ONE: ABDUCTIONCHAPTER ONESimmons spotted her the moment she entered the store. She was very young, but her big, pale tits ballooned breathtakingly above the deep, wide neckline of her minidress with that wonderful, fluid firmness seen all too seldom on even older and heavier-built girls. Her dress had no waist--it gathered just beneath her tits--but it concealed the slimness of her hips no better than it hid the voluptuousness of her bosom. It was made of thin, purple material with red and green psychedelic swirls, and it rippled with sensual flutters well above mid-thigh. Even in the still air the garment seemed alive, as though responding to some warm summer breeze which had followed her in from the street, and which seemed always just about to lift the dancing skirt on a mischievous updraft.From his observation booth, Simmons could watch the entire main floor, but now he watched only the girl with the coal-black hair and the billowing chest. She walked straight up the center aisle, her deep-creased breasts rising and falling deliciously with every step. By the time she reached the lingerie counter almost directly below his slot, Simmons' cock was iron-hard and jumping in his pants. He braced his binoculars against the polarized glass. She wore a bra, but it was light-weight and sheer and did not prevent the bumps of her nipples from showing through the thin dress; when she leaned over the counter, he could almost see them."Hey, Henry, don't work so hard. I brought you a cup of coffee.""Huh?" He hadn't even heard the door open behind him. It was Mauna, one of the salesgirls. "Oh, hi, Mauna. Jesus, don't sneak up on me like that.""Here, you better drink this. You were talking to yourself.""What I'm looking at would make any man talk to himself. Come here and get a load of the tits on this little girl.""Henry, you're such a lecher." Mauna leaned over the slot. "Nice," she said after a moment, "but she's too young for you. Why don't you pick on somebody your own age?"Simmons looked at her. "You, for instance?""Maybe." She sat down on his desk and crossed her heavy but shapely legs, giving him a quick shot of her panties. "If I wore a dress like that, I bet I could turn you on, too. I'm not exactly flat-chested, you know."