Just For My Sibling: Taboo Erotica E-Book

Michael Rotch

• Herausgeber: Taboo Pulp Press
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Warning: This is a vintage hard-boiled full length (100+ Pages), 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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"Lick me!" she gasped. "Oh, big brother, chew up my little pussy and eat it!"
Bob lifted his mouth away for a moment and studied her perfectly shaped pussy. He had to admit that of all the cunts he'd seen, this one was the most beautiful by far. It was tiny and pursed, the color of a setting sun, and oozed with an opaque fluid that smelled like roses. Intoxicated with the aroma and taste, he locked his mouth around the slit and jabbed his tongue fully inside.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" Linda screamed, her orgasm building violently. It was a feeling she'd never known before, making the times she'd diddled herself with her fingers seem like a handshake. She writhed around, her muscles tightening. "Bob, oh, Bob! she grunted, digging her nails into the taut flesh of his wide shoulders.
"What a hot little pussy," her brother murmured, flicking his tongue in and out of her hole with growing urgency. His chin was now glistening with her oozing release, his lower lip smacking noisily as it slipped over the loose folds of pussyskin. "I'm ... I'm gonna love fucking it out," he groaned.

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Just For My Sibling

Michael Rotch

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 ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER ONE

"This is going to hurt," she said softly, more to herself than to Bob. She looked at his massive slab of cock as it thrust upward at a hard angle. " I ... I know it is," she added.

"Just take it easy," Bob said. "I wouldn't hurt you for a million dollars."

Linda closed her eyes and waited. Waited for the horrible jolt of pure agony. How could it be otherwise? His prick was almost as big as her forearm, a pulsating monster. She flinched when the meaty cock-head nuzzled between her thighs then slowly slid upward. As it touched the bottom of her puckered hole, she bit her lower lip and squinted her eyes even tighter.

"Hey, relax," Bob cooed, running his hands over her firm, ripe tits. Although she was still a teenager. she had the body of a full-blown woman, a perfect study in soft angles. He touched her nipples with his parted lips. "I'll ... make it good for you," he whispered.

Linda found that almost impossible to believe. She hadn't felt good about anything in the past three months. In fact, her life had been a living hell. Aunt Marion had seen to that. She looked toward the locked door suddenly, almost expecting the raw-boned woman to be standing there with her bony fingers on her hips, her face contorted in her usual constipated smile.