Movie Star Threesome (bisexual MMF menage)
Movie Star Threesome, #1
Romance, Erotica, Gay, Contemporary
| Author: | Sapphire Rush | ISBN: | 9781498970822 |
| Publisher: | Sapphire Rush | Publication: | April 18, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Sapphire Rush |
| ISBN: | 9781498970822 |
| Publisher: | Sapphire Rush |
| Publication: | April 18, 2014 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Chris Haverford is an international movie star on a certain collision course with an Oscar. His acting credentials and family friendly image are unimpeachable. Unfortunately, he has a major weakness for hot young makeup assistants, and regularly meets them in his trailer. When young gay runner Bobby discovers Chris's deception, how will he react?
These saucy 4,500 words of uncensored bisexual fantasy contain a hot threesome with strong gay themes, masses of sexual tension, and a multiply orgasmic mind-blowing finale.
Excerpt:
Bobby stopped. The door was ajar. That was odd. Chris was a stickler for keeping his door closed. "You come in here, you close the door. You go out, you close the door. My A/C is very carefully regulated and I'm not having you mess the climate up in here."
He was about to knock, and then he heard something even odder, although if he was brutally honest with himself, it wasn't entirely unexpected.
"Oh, Chris!"
It was a woman's voice, and in a quite considerable amount of pleasure, too. Chris's voice rumbled indistinctly, and then the woman spoke again.
"Yes, give it to me! I'm a very dirty girl, Chris! I need you to give it to me!"
It was Kay. Bobby opened his mouth to laugh ruefully, and then stuffed his free hand in there instead. His brain had started whirring, and he quickly stepped through the door of the trailer, shutting it with the quietest of clicks.
He set the coffee down on the table and looked around. Inside, the trailer looked exactly like a rural log cabin. It even had a fireplace with what certainly seemed to be real firewood in it. Because this was from the Ultra Super Deluxe range, there was a little connecting door (also ajar) that Bobby knew led to a tiny bedroom/changing area; and there were some very loud voices coming from it now.
And the view couldn't have been better if he'd designed it.
There was Chris Haverford, bare-ass naked, on top of a stunningly hot young makeup girl, her skirt still round her waist even though Chris was clearly inside her. Her boobs bounced and leaped on her chest, and they were both giving an extremely detailed running commentary.
Chris Haverford is an international movie star on a certain collision course with an Oscar. His acting credentials and family friendly image are unimpeachable. Unfortunately, he has a major weakness for hot young makeup assistants, and regularly meets them in his trailer. When young gay runner Bobby discovers Chris's deception, how will he react?
These saucy 4,500 words of uncensored bisexual fantasy contain a hot threesome with strong gay themes, masses of sexual tension, and a multiply orgasmic mind-blowing finale.
Excerpt:
Bobby stopped. The door was ajar. That was odd. Chris was a stickler for keeping his door closed. "You come in here, you close the door. You go out, you close the door. My A/C is very carefully regulated and I'm not having you mess the climate up in here."
He was about to knock, and then he heard something even odder, although if he was brutally honest with himself, it wasn't entirely unexpected.
"Oh, Chris!"
It was a woman's voice, and in a quite considerable amount of pleasure, too. Chris's voice rumbled indistinctly, and then the woman spoke again.
"Yes, give it to me! I'm a very dirty girl, Chris! I need you to give it to me!"
It was Kay. Bobby opened his mouth to laugh ruefully, and then stuffed his free hand in there instead. His brain had started whirring, and he quickly stepped through the door of the trailer, shutting it with the quietest of clicks.
He set the coffee down on the table and looked around. Inside, the trailer looked exactly like a rural log cabin. It even had a fireplace with what certainly seemed to be real firewood in it. Because this was from the Ultra Super Deluxe range, there was a little connecting door (also ajar) that Bobby knew led to a tiny bedroom/changing area; and there were some very loud voices coming from it now.
And the view couldn't have been better if he'd designed it.
There was Chris Haverford, bare-ass naked, on top of a stunningly hot young makeup girl, her skirt still round her waist even though Chris was clearly inside her. Her boobs bounced and leaped on her chest, and they were both giving an extremely detailed running commentary.
