Mischievous Brat: Taboo Erotica E-Book

Dr. Gerald Leach

• 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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"I mean, well, after all, we are father and daughter," she went on. "You saw me naked every time you changed my diaper."
"That was a good many years ago." . "It shouldn't be such a big thing," she said thoughtfully. "I mean, you've been married twice, so you've seen two women naked. And I'm going to marry someday."
"Have you ever seen a naked man?" he asked.
She almost lied, and said that she hadn't, then changed her mind. "Uh, yeah, I've seen Ted-my stepfather, you know," she answered. It was a half-truth. She knew what Pop would assume was far from what she actually had seen.
"I know who Ted is. Your mother's gotten casual about nudity."

Leseprobe

Mischievous Brat

Dr. Gerald Leach

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER ONE

Cindy let his tongue ravage her mouth, drive between her teeth, stroke the roof of her mouth, tangle with her tongue. She didn't recall ever being so hot before in her life. His hand was bruising her aching boob. Every once in a while her bra cup would wrinkle and pinch her nipple harder, which would send what felt like an electric shock ripping through her.

His mouth pulled away from hers, leaving her lips smeared and swollen. His hand started to slide downward from her tit toward her lap. She blocked the move: her fear was greater than her lust. Mike changed his angle of attack, and found the top button on her blouse. Her fear subsiding, Cindy hid against his shoulder as he unbuttoned first one, then the next, then a third button. When his hand slipped inside the loosened blouse and cupped her bra-shielded tit, a shudder rocked her innards. She was intensely aware of the heat of his hand through the flimsy lace barrier. He played a maddening tune on her boob, squeezed her mound, measured its warm softness. The nipple felt like a burning coal it was so hot and hard.

It was getting too hot! Desperately, shuddering, rocked to the core by searing need, Cindy pulled back from the brink. She pushed Mike away, eased his hand off her breast. She took his hand and their sweaty fingers tangled tightly. Her blouse was rumpled, open far down her torso. But it still shielded her breasts from his view. Sucking in a deep, shuddering breath, trying to ignore the tenting lump in his pants, she looked out at the rainy, foggy afternoon. Heavy drops plunked on the roof of the car.