Gone To Animal: Taboo Erotica - Aileen Nelson - E-Book

Gone To Animal: Taboo Erotica E-Book

Aileen Nelson

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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.

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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

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Gone To Animals

Aileen Nelson

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 ONE

"It don't have to bust outa nothin'!" The boy grinned, rubbing his massive erection through the fabric of his bib overalls. "I'm gonna let it out, Maybelle-you want to take a good suck?"

"If you suck my pussy first."

"Sure! Shuck outa them clothes."

Donna Dolan heard the two clear voices coming through the hedge that bordered the country lane, and stopped, shocked. A pretty girl of 22, her auburn hair cascaded in soft curls over her shoulders, and her generous tits swelled against the fabric of the light sweater, nipples showing clearly.

"You skin down, too," said the girl.

"Okay, I'm doin' it."

Her fist clutched the small bunch of wildflowers she had gathered until the heads nearly fell off. Donna swallowed against dry throat as the two people continued to talk. She glanced down the lane. Her car was out of sight, almost a mile away and around a curve. Nor could she see Susan, her 13-year-old sister.

"How ya like oP John Peter?" the boy asked.

Face burning, Donna moved nearer to the hedge and found a place where she could peer through. A small creek paralleled the lane, widening into a swimming hole a hundred yards across. The boy, no more than 17, stood on the bank, his overalls about his ankles. He wore nothing else, his fingers cupping his balls while his eight-inch cock pointed straight up at a 45 degree angle.

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