| Author: | Laura Aahton | ISBN: | 9781452424316 |
| Publisher: | New Dawning Books | Publication: | November 19, 2009 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Laura Aahton |
| ISBN: | 9781452424316 |
| Publisher: | New Dawning Books |
| Publication: | November 19, 2009 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
"You're so sexy, you make me..." Not completing my thought, I was amazed when Chelsea completed it for me
"Want to kiss you, feel you and make love to you." Turning she brought her delightful breasts right up to my face, but I only blubbered my misfortune.
"Yes, but I'm stuck living with a two-timer I don't love anymore." Sobbing, I hugged Chelsea, and then buried my head in her breasts.
Holding me tight, Chelsea whispered. "Let it out, Mandy. It's not that bad."
Crying on her delicious tits, I instinctively took a nipple into my mouth, sucking gently on what she offered and feeling her stiffen as I calmed.
Running her fingers through my hair, she reassured me, "Now you're getting it, sweetheart, things aren't that bad, are they." Tilting my head up, she let her lips find mine.
For the first time, my tongue danced with a woman's. Lithe and quick, Chelsea's tongue flirted with mine, a difference I found intriguing over the crushing, taking entrance of a man's tongue. Like warm and supple wet satin, her tongue explored my mouth and licked at my lips.
"You're so sexy, you make me..." Not completing my thought, I was amazed when Chelsea completed it for me
"Want to kiss you, feel you and make love to you." Turning she brought her delightful breasts right up to my face, but I only blubbered my misfortune.
"Yes, but I'm stuck living with a two-timer I don't love anymore." Sobbing, I hugged Chelsea, and then buried my head in her breasts.
Holding me tight, Chelsea whispered. "Let it out, Mandy. It's not that bad."
Crying on her delicious tits, I instinctively took a nipple into my mouth, sucking gently on what she offered and feeling her stiffen as I calmed.
Running her fingers through my hair, she reassured me, "Now you're getting it, sweetheart, things aren't that bad, are they." Tilting my head up, she let her lips find mine.
For the first time, my tongue danced with a woman's. Lithe and quick, Chelsea's tongue flirted with mine, a difference I found intriguing over the crushing, taking entrance of a man's tongue. Like warm and supple wet satin, her tongue explored my mouth and licked at my lips.
