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- Herausgeber: Adult Tagged
- Kategorie: Erotik
- Sprache: Englisch
Older man, Joe is frustrated at his mountain of debt piled up after losing his wife. His barely legal neighbor, Sam stops by wearing nothing but a crop top and short shorts. She’s asking for it.
Sam’s a tease, flirting even after she sees Joe’s excited. He tells himself he’ll just ask for a quick kiss. She’s attracted to him and gives him one. It’s been a long time, even if she’s taboo, and innocent, he needs a quick release.
Taboo innocent women run across the paths of a lusting alpha males ready to fulfill their needs in the Taboo Sweet Cherry 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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In Debt Cherry Gives A Quick Release
Taboo Sweet Cherry 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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In Debt Cherry Gives A Quick Release
By Sharon Love
“Why the hell not?” I exclaimed at the top of my lungs to the customer service rep over the phone. “Just let the damn payment go through and stop screwing with me!” I pulled the phone away from my ear and jammed my index finger on the end call button. Hanging up on a cell phone wasn't as satisfying as slamming down a landline. It was all I had.
“Damn, fucking, hell!” I shook my fists, exploding with anger. Why did everything have to be so damn difficult lately?
I was forty six damn it and not supposed to be a widower. In the prime of my life, just when we had made it past our rough patch, she was taken from me. It was all hell of wrong.
She passed two years ago, left me with mountains of debt and a horny cock bursting for a companion. Damn did I need to get screwed!
Sex was great during our marriage. I fucking loved it. We screwed every fucking place. Nothing stopped us from having a satisfying quickie any time of day and night. Cumming in my wife was a drug. I needed it to relax and she was always more than happy to oblige my every whim. Nothing was closed door with her. And hell did I miss the openness of having a pussy at my disposal.
It was like that before I'd met my wife too. Ever since my first pussy I craved to tear into a woman and fill her up with my fertile seed. My wife and I fought like hell, but arguing fueled our make up sex. Damned if she didn’t push my buttons some nights just to get a rise out of me. I fucked her ass good on those nights too. I caught onto her game and she pleaded as she orgasmed on my hard working cock.
Most recently, I’d been fighting on the phone with bill collectors. Each argumentative call had my cock stiff as a board. Without my wife’s pussy to retaliate into, I was in a constant state of blue balls. Hell, it felt like I was horny twenty four hours a day.
The closest thing I had to getting some was my neighbor’s brat, Sam. Her dad left. She took it hard. Been causing her mother trouble over the past year. She changed and not for the better. Sam surrounded herself with sleazy dudes. Me included.
I know she was sexting pictures of herself to the others. Her vocabulary changed along with her attitude. Every other word out of her mouth was a curse word. And her outfits—shit. She dressed like a slut, barely covering herself up. Was she looking to get attacked? There were days when she sexed herself up and strutted over here just to get a rise out of me before she went out.
“Joe, you here?” Sam’s voice echoed through the house. I was in bed in my boxers and had to scramble with the covers before she made it down the hall. She stood in my doorway, hands on her hips, wearing nothing but a half t-shirt and a booty shorts.
