Perverted Threesome: Taboo Erotica E-Book

Krissy Lewis

• Herausgeber: Oyodeo Divalium
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

We know you're going to just read the free sample preview anyway. You should. This book is hot. A trashy, sleazy, *full-length* (100+ Pages) post-censorship erotic novel. But, if you really want, here's the briefest of excerpts:
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"Arthur, you're acting like an animal."

He paid no attention to her. He managed to spread the lips of her pussy, somehow stuffed the partially erect organ into the opening. He began to pump furiously now, ramming against her. Surprisingly, the limp cock began to rise and was soon a stiff rod, probing her depths, ramming murderously into her.

"Arthur, you're hurting me," she said calmly and without the slightest emotion. "You don't have to be so rough. Take it, but don't tear me up doing it."

"Peggy ... I love you ... "

She began to move in rhythm with him, but it was more to keep from being hurt than for any personal satisfaction she got out of the act. Besides, with her movements she knew she could bring about his orgasm much faster than if he were left on his own. She pressed her hands on his ass and spread her legs to accommodate him.

He grunted and panted over her, sometimes sounding like a lusting animal. He pawed at her breasts, roughly and crudely. He tried to kiss her tenderly but managed only to ram his teeth against hers as he paid more attention to his crotch than his kissing.

And when he did finally come, it was a slow, unemotional thing, a grunting and a twitching of his body. Her only sensation was the hot liquid which seemed to ooze from him rather than spurt.
 

Leseprobe

Perverted Threesome

Krissy Lewis

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 1

Jeff swirled the glass's contents again, listening to the tinkle of the cubes. He knew he was drinking too much. A fog bank was beginning to envelop him. But he didn't care. A man could hide in a fog bank when he was tired, or depressed, or hurt. And Jeff was all of those things tonight.

He suddenly remembered he was at a party, that he was supposed to be having fun. If loud talk and laughter were any indication, everyone else was having a good time. Feeling completely out of step, he downed his drink with a single swallow. A hand reached out for his empty glass. A good-looking redhead stood before him. She wore an extremely low-cut dress, and she filled it very well. In fact, some of her seemed to be pouring out of the top, giving Jeff a sudden urge to reach out and put his hands on the golden mounds. But he suppressed the desire quickly, and looked into the woman's lovely face.

"A thirst like that calls for a refill," the woman smiled. She sniffed at the empty glass. "Scotch and water, right?"

Her milk-white complexion was a startling contrast to the redness of her lips. Her eyes, of greenish cast, were filled with a teasing invitation.

Jeff nodded, smiled. "Your sniffer is in good working condition," he said. "Scotch and water is right."

"I'll get you another one," she replied.

He wanted to say that he did not want or need another one, but she was already moving away, her curvaceous hips swaying enticingly. He looked after her, wondering if that look in her eyes meant what he thought it did. He had told himself a hundred times that he was no longer in love with his wife, Maria, and if he wasn't, why not take a chance with this delectable redhead?