By Suzie Cox
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Review & Description
Poor Daisy. She tried so hard to be good.
A teensy treatInstant.Delicious.Deserved. Story excerpt:
She looked terrified. And for some reason her terror made him even
harder.
There would be no bolting. It was too late for that.
He stepped inside, closed the door behind him, and set the bottle down.
"What are you doing?" Daisy gasped.
"This," Josh said.
He stepped closer and started unbuttoning that fucked up, wet, see
through shirt that was driving him crazy.
"I can't!" she gasped, trying to hold it shut.
He fastened her wrists in his hand, pulled the wet shirt from her
shoulders, threw it on the floor. The bra she wore was the most ridiculous,
sexy see through thing. Breasts like hers should be illegal in suburbia. They
were like melons. Like two fuck toys. Like something from a magazine.
He pressed her against the wall, and took hold of each one, squeezing,
massaging, spreading them apart and pushing them together again. The sight made
his cock ache.
"Stop!" she gasped.
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Suzie Cox writes today's gold standard in erotica. Launched on Mardi Gras in the United States. Just look for the golden key.Poor Daisy. She tried so hard to be good.
A teensy treatInstant.Delicious.Deserved. Story excerpt:
She looked terrified. And for some reason her terror made him even
harder.
There would be no bolting. It was too late for that.
He stepped inside, closed the door behind him, and set the bottle down.
"What are you doing?" Daisy gasped.
"This," Josh said.
He stepped closer and started unbuttoning that fucked up, wet, see
through shirt that was driving him crazy.
"I can't!" she gasped, trying to hold it shut.
He fastened her wrists in his hand, pulled the wet shirt from her
shoulders, threw it on the floor. The bra she wore was the most ridiculous,
sexy see through thing. Breasts like hers should be illegal in suburbia. They
were like melons. Like two fuck toys. Like something from a magazine.
He pressed her against the wall, and took hold of each one, squeezing,
massaging, spreading them apart and pushing them together again. The sight made
his cock ache.
"Stop!" she gasped.
---
Suzie Cox writes today's gold standard in erotica. Launched on Mardi Gras in the United States. Just look for the golden key. Read more
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