| Author: | Jay Walken | ISBN: | 1230000102795 |
| Publisher: | Erotic Delights Press | Publication: | January 26, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Jay Walken |
| ISBN: | 1230000102795 |
| Publisher: | Erotic Delights Press |
| Publication: | January 26, 2013 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Right in the middle of the massage, she's Got Milk, and offers some to her customer. As if he were her baby! The door is opened to three hot sexcapades with three hot Indonesian women. Only in . . . Indonesia: so thinks the protagonist, an American man, who ends up getting seduced, repeatedly, by women who cannot keep their hands off him or the thing between his legs.
Excerpts:
Not only is f***ing no sin here in Indonesia, it is a religion. Everyone does it, including married men and many married women
But when your Indonesian masseuse is beautiful, seems curious about your cock, tries to play with it (or pretend to play with it when she actually wants to touch it and guide it inside her), and when you sense that her mind is not on the massage, but on your cock, you say: what the heck, life is short, let me do it. There are lots of worse things I could be doing back in New York or alone in my room, and none of them has the potential to increase the sum of human happiness just a bit as this one has.
“It will fit,” she assured me.
“No, you are too small,” I said, deeply concerned not to ruin what was so far a beautiful connection.
“It will fit.”
I cannot refuse an eager woman. I should be physically protected, by the Secret Service, SMERSH, and every other possible agency from all potential female seducers, because when a woman wants me, my Christian love trumps my own welfare, my own best interests.
So I push my swollen cock into her, and at first, find her to be really, really tight. I sure am glad I had just purchased some K-Y jelly, intending it for someone else.
Right in the middle of the massage, she's Got Milk, and offers some to her customer. As if he were her baby! The door is opened to three hot sexcapades with three hot Indonesian women. Only in . . . Indonesia: so thinks the protagonist, an American man, who ends up getting seduced, repeatedly, by women who cannot keep their hands off him or the thing between his legs.
Excerpts:
Not only is f***ing no sin here in Indonesia, it is a religion. Everyone does it, including married men and many married women
But when your Indonesian masseuse is beautiful, seems curious about your cock, tries to play with it (or pretend to play with it when she actually wants to touch it and guide it inside her), and when you sense that her mind is not on the massage, but on your cock, you say: what the heck, life is short, let me do it. There are lots of worse things I could be doing back in New York or alone in my room, and none of them has the potential to increase the sum of human happiness just a bit as this one has.
“It will fit,” she assured me.
“No, you are too small,” I said, deeply concerned not to ruin what was so far a beautiful connection.
“It will fit.”
I cannot refuse an eager woman. I should be physically protected, by the Secret Service, SMERSH, and every other possible agency from all potential female seducers, because when a woman wants me, my Christian love trumps my own welfare, my own best interests.
So I push my swollen cock into her, and at first, find her to be really, really tight. I sure am glad I had just purchased some K-Y jelly, intending it for someone else.
