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The Parasol

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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

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The Parasol

An Erotic Fantasy of the Old South

By K.C. Cave

Text copyright 2015 K.C. Cave

 

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This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places or events are entirely coincidental. This e-book includes descriptions of explicit sex and is for adults only. The stories in this e-book are completely fictional and are meant to be taken as fantasy. The author does not endorse or condone practices like incest, rape, or rough sexual encounters in any form. All characters depicted in these stories are 18 years old and above.

Story Excerpt

 

“Tell me, dear wife, how is it you’re not with child?” the Master of Oglethorpe asked as he pushed his stiff rod against his wife’s inflamed flesh. “After what appear to be multiple assignations with my black field hand?”

“Well, Beau, I’m glad you asked,” she replied as she churned her ass against her husband. “That is an issue, isn’t it? I mean, we can have little freckled pickaninnies runnin’ around the plantation and no one says a word. But if the mistress of the plantation drops something that’s not sparklin’ white---well, I just perish the thought.”

“Are you with child?” He bent his knees to better align his prick with his wife’s beckoning entrance.

“Heaven’s no, Beau,” she sniffed, straightening her legs to better align herself with his impending thrusts.