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Playing With My Chocolate Teacher (Interracial Daddy Son Gay Erotica)
Playing With My Chocolate Teacher (Interracial Daddy Son Gay Erotica)
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WARNING: This book contains scenes depicting hot and steamy hardcore, explicit sex acts between two consenting adults. People with heart conditions or those reading in public should proceed with caution. This book is intended for ADULTS (18+/21+) ONLY.
Jamal is my hunky roommate. He is in college on a wrestling scholarship, and that perfect chocolate body of his shows how much talent he has in the ring. During a storm, I duck into a classroom to get out of the rain. To my surprise, I find Professor Warner waiting for me, and we end up making the best of it!
Excerpt:
He took a small step toward me. I felt my spine tingle as he reached out his hand and traced the outline of my rising cock with his fingertips. Then, before I could react, he put both of his hands on my shoulders and spun both of us to the wall. Facing me, he pressed me up against the cool cinder blocks. He looked into my eyes, longingly; I knew that look. It was the look of a man whose cock is straining against the material of his underwear as his clouded mind worked through all the positions he could fuck me in on top of his desk.
With a lick of his lips, he leaned forward and kissed me. His stubble scratched against my chin, and I melted into his kiss. My hand slid down his chest and I reached for his crotch. Through the thin cotton of his slacks, I could feel his rigid manhood. It flexed and stiffened, waiting to be unleashed from its prison. Insistent, I squeezed. It was wide and long, longer than I remembered it looking.
Adapted, with permission, from Eric McGovern.
Jamal is my hunky roommate. He is in college on a wrestling scholarship, and that perfect chocolate body of his shows how much talent he has in the ring. During a storm, I duck into a classroom to get out of the rain. To my surprise, I find Professor Warner waiting for me, and we end up making the best of it!
Excerpt:
He took a small step toward me. I felt my spine tingle as he reached out his hand and traced the outline of my rising cock with his fingertips. Then, before I could react, he put both of his hands on my shoulders and spun both of us to the wall. Facing me, he pressed me up against the cool cinder blocks. He looked into my eyes, longingly; I knew that look. It was the look of a man whose cock is straining against the material of his underwear as his clouded mind worked through all the positions he could fuck me in on top of his desk.
With a lick of his lips, he leaned forward and kissed me. His stubble scratched against my chin, and I melted into his kiss. My hand slid down his chest and I reached for his crotch. Through the thin cotton of his slacks, I could feel his rigid manhood. It flexed and stiffened, waiting to be unleashed from its prison. Insistent, I squeezed. It was wide and long, longer than I remembered it looking.
Adapted, with permission, from Eric McGovern.
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