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- Herausgeber: Adult Tagged
- Kategorie: Erotik
- Sprache: Englisch
The muscular handyman, Davis is on site when experienced tenant Carla’s air conditioning goes out in her condo. She’s eager to check his tool belt out while he checks out her place.
Hunky David’s ready for the job. He has a surprise for the heated milf. It’s a hard and unprotected service he gives to all the sensually charged women of the complex.
Carla’s not alone with the handyman’s tool. Someone is watching them from the corner. The exhibitionist desire is unleashed in the milf and she enjoys both men more than just one.
Risky Milfs, the quickie short series is taboo tales of massive hard and hung men too close to resist the unrelated unsatisfied milfs in their lives. This story is arousing, read responsibly.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020
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Playing Dirty With The Milf!
Risky Milfs Series
By Sharon Dick
Second Edition, eBook Edition
© 2020 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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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.
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Playing Dirty With The Milf!
By Sharon Dick
The air conditioning had been out at my place. I’d complained, but the manager was a real bitch and ignored my calls. The only way I was going to get anything fixed as if I could run into the handyman myself.
He was a young stud with not much more than his dock on his mind. I expected I could persuade him to follow me to my place pretty easily. I couldn’t claim to be a coed, but sexy divorcee, I had that title covered.
The bitch was out to lunch, so I struck out in the office. On my way back to the condo, I met David the handyman of our complex on the path. He had his tool belt hanging off his hips as usual. He was dressed down with his light denim shirt half unbuttoned and his sweat covered chest teasing me to stare at him. Damn, I’d like to see those flexing above me.
“You hoo,” I tootled, waving to him. “Come here.”
“Carla. I’m on my way back to your place.” He placed his hand on the small of my lower back and leaned into my ear. “You should’ve called me sooner. Heat is my specialty.”
“Oh—hee—um—I’m glad I finally got a hold of you.” My heart pounded loud. I hoped I didn’t seem too eager. I wanted my air fixed, but if he would turn up the heat in the bedroom, I’d appreciate that even more.
With every step down the path, I planned how I would coax him into the bedroom. I’d heard rumors of his in condo visits and was pretty sure I was due for a strict evaluation from the handyman. Still I tried not to over react. He didn’t really come right out and say he was following me for a good fuck.
“Silly me, the door’s locked.” I twirled my hair, then ran my hands down my sides, pushing up my ample chest. “I think I forgot my key.”
“Allow me.” David used his maintenance key and unlocked the front door to my condo. “After you,” he said, stepping to the side and out of my way.
