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Minnie Zevon
Cheating Housewives, The Good Whore (M/F Erotica)
Cheating Housewives, The Good Whore (M/F Erotica)
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Since her husband started a new job, Carla's been feeling neglected. But when she slips and is caught in a very compromising position by a take-charge stranger, she gets all her needs satisfied. This erotic story is contains sexual content and is for mature readers only.
EXCERPT:
She felt goosebumps rise on her lower thighs and ass as the cool air hit her. The man’s big hands palmed her taut buttocks. He grabbed her cheeks, one in each broad hand, and parted them.
"Look at that."
Carla’s breath came fast. Who was he? The yard guy? Someone else? “Don?” But as she asked, she knew it hadn’t been his voice. Some--some pervert was in her house touching her bare behind! Getting a full view of her goods. This couldn’t be happening. But it didn’t seem as if she had much choice.
The man groaned softly. “I want to taste it so bad...”
Instinctively, Carla’s muscles clenched. It had been so, so long since she’d been touched. Vibrators just weren’t the same. You know, if you don’t have a choice, a naughty little voice in her head added, it can’t really be your fault, can it?
“Oh, that’s wrong,” Carla said aloud.
The man behind her chuckled.
EXCERPT:
She felt goosebumps rise on her lower thighs and ass as the cool air hit her. The man’s big hands palmed her taut buttocks. He grabbed her cheeks, one in each broad hand, and parted them.
"Look at that."
Carla’s breath came fast. Who was he? The yard guy? Someone else? “Don?” But as she asked, she knew it hadn’t been his voice. Some--some pervert was in her house touching her bare behind! Getting a full view of her goods. This couldn’t be happening. But it didn’t seem as if she had much choice.
The man groaned softly. “I want to taste it so bad...”
Instinctively, Carla’s muscles clenched. It had been so, so long since she’d been touched. Vibrators just weren’t the same. You know, if you don’t have a choice, a naughty little voice in her head added, it can’t really be your fault, can it?
“Oh, that’s wrong,” Carla said aloud.
The man behind her chuckled.
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