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Warning: This is a VERY taboo, 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.****** "Why, you little shit. Just who in hell do you think. . . . " But Lorraine stopped her by slowly raising her hand. "It's all right," she said. The boy smiled triumphantly. "What? You . . . want to?" Grace said, incredulous. "Yes." Her voice was a monotone, her eyes wide and blank. The steady, even rhythm of the boy's fucking motors had reduced her to ...
Warning: This is a VERY taboo, 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.
******
"Why, you little shit. Just who in hell do you think. . . . "
But Lorraine stopped her by slowly raising her hand. "It's all right," she said.
The boy smiled triumphantly.
"What? You . . . want to?" Grace said, incredulous.
"Yes." Her voice was a monotone, her eyes wide and blank. The steady, even rhythm of the boy's fucking motors had reduced her to a trancelike state, and her own pussy itched from a desire to be fulfilled. She did not think of Gary, or even her impending appointment with Bob Shuster. All she saw was the boy's sturdy penis, and Grace's familiar globes of flesh and her hairy, sticky pussy.
The boy with the man's desire stretched himself out on the warm linoleum floor, still gripping the base of his throbbing shaft. He wagged it at Grace. "Sit on this," he said.
"Don't you tell me what.. . . "
But the boy only raised his voice, which oddly made it deeper. "I said sit on this!"
Unsure of what to do, Grace obeyed. She swung one long, tapering leg over the boy's waist, and squatted until the spongy cockhead made contact with her dripping orifice. Then she slid down, taking the length of his meaty cock inside of her, until her exquisite ass was settled on the cushion of blonde male pubic hair.
Through the agony of her pleasure, Grace smiled, then lifted herself off the lad only to fall back on him with a lurid plopping sound as her cock-hungry cunt swallowed all of his length.
******
"Why, you little shit. Just who in hell do you think. . . . "
But Lorraine stopped her by slowly raising her hand. "It's all right," she said.
The boy smiled triumphantly.
"What? You . . . want to?" Grace said, incredulous.
"Yes." Her voice was a monotone, her eyes wide and blank. The steady, even rhythm of the boy's fucking motors had reduced her to a trancelike state, and her own pussy itched from a desire to be fulfilled. She did not think of Gary, or even her impending appointment with Bob Shuster. All she saw was the boy's sturdy penis, and Grace's familiar globes of flesh and her hairy, sticky pussy.
The boy with the man's desire stretched himself out on the warm linoleum floor, still gripping the base of his throbbing shaft. He wagged it at Grace. "Sit on this," he said.
"Don't you tell me what.. . . "
But the boy only raised his voice, which oddly made it deeper. "I said sit on this!"
Unsure of what to do, Grace obeyed. She swung one long, tapering leg over the boy's waist, and squatted until the spongy cockhead made contact with her dripping orifice. Then she slid down, taking the length of his meaty cock inside of her, until her exquisite ass was settled on the cushion of blonde male pubic hair.
Through the agony of her pleasure, Grace smiled, then lifted herself off the lad only to fall back on him with a lurid plopping sound as her cock-hungry cunt swallowed all of his length.
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