Lascivious Interracial Passion: Taboo Erotica E-Book

Dr. Gerald Leach

• Herausgeber: Oyodeo Divalium
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Excerpt:

"Come here, daddy," she moaned and turned towards Frank. "Give mama some of those hot lips."

He pulled her to him tight, and I watched his hands rub up and down her white smooth back.

"Oh, daddy... daddy," she started whinin' and pantin' like a little girl, then she swung her leg up over his hip and wriggled her hot cunt towards his dick.

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Lascivious Interracial Passion

Dr. Gerald Leach

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE - WORKING OVERTIME

CHAPTER TWO - TOO MUCH CANDY

CHAPTER THREE - LUNCH, ANYONE?

CHAPTER FOUR - BABY-SITTING BABY

CHAPTER FIVE - TEMPERMENTAL SISTER

CHAPTER ONE - WORKING OVERTIME

"Oh, come now, a big husky young man like you should be able to," she said, giving me the flattery routine. But I had heard that line before, and I cut in.

"Look, ma'am, I've been working all week in this miserable back yard of yours, trying to straighten out the mess your husband left," I said in a burst of temper, "and I'm doing the best I can!" I threw the shovel in a sandpile and lit a cigarette, then took off my shirt and sat down on the edge of the wheelbarrow. Feeling that I had caught her off guard, I said, "It's four o'clock; I'm beat; I'm sweaty; my back aches; and I'm hungry. I may be six-foot one, young, and in good shape, but I'm only human, not some goddam "machine!" Mrs. R— whirled around and headed back to the house. I wondered for a moment if I had overplayed it. I could tell she was flustered, but we had had these little scenes before, so I wasn't too worried. A few moments later, she came back to the garden, carrying a glass of ice-tea.

She offered it to me, saying, "Look, John, this party tomorrow night is very important, and I have my reasons for wanting you to finish the landscaping and get the fountain in operation by then. I know it's asking a lot. I can tell you've been working very hard out here all day in this heat, so why don't we do it this way."

I waited for her suggestion as she came closer, moving her hips in subtle circles in front of me. I have to admit it, for a thirty-five-year-old divorcee, she still had it going for her. I glanced up quickly and took in the curves of her two bouncy breasts heaving out above me. Both of the tight little nipples were struggling to burst through the sheer blouse she was wearing. My mouth started drooling after those milk bags of hers. I took another nervous drag off my cigarette as she started to speak.