I didn't know what to do.
I didn’t know what to say or really how to act.
Hell, I felt like a virgin all over again as I stood before him. I could feel my body convulsing; shaking as my knees weakened to the idea of what was to come ran rampant through my mind like a runaway train.
Yet he stood before me unmoving. Staring at me intensely, knowing what to do and how to fulfill the yearning desires of women such as me.
“What’s wrong?” I asked as I continued to gaze deeply into his brown shimmering eyes from across my bedroom.
“Nothing,” he said, “just taking in your sweet curves as I burn the image of you in my mind,” he said as I turned my head away, blushing to his words as I felt the blood inside me heating over, feelings I thought were long since dead began to boil to the surface once more.
It was time; time for her to tell her story.
The story of her intensely sex-crazed life, but when it came to writing anything about herself she just didn't know where to start. Thankfully she found a male ghostwrite she could expose herself to...literally.
The nasty encounter leads to an out-of-control, extremely rough backdoor sex. Follow along to see what happens to Holli in this EXPLICIT, XXX story crammed full of hardcore sex.
“To hell with the neighbors,” she said as she looked back outside, “most of them are at work already, and those that aren’t can’t see anything over the privacy fence,” she said. “Now come on damn it,” she hissed again as she opened the sliding door, running out onto the cold wooden deck as she dragged me behind her.
“Now,” she demanded as she pulled her panties down over her ankles, stepping out of them before she bent down over the edge of the railing, widening her stance.
At the ready, mind made up, what she was there for already happening in her mind.
She wanted desire… pleasure, that feeling so lost for years, the need of wanting, craving; yearning of release, and she chose Troy as her ever willing, ever giving virgin.
“Mmmmm yes, I love taking the full stream in my mouth,” she moaned, her words forcing me to look up from my t-shirt only to see her holding the head of the hose inches away from her mouth. Her tongue, lashing across the stream of water as it flashed across her face, bubbling up in small beads across her cheeks, lips, and chin; soaking through her white t-shirt. I had no choice, but to react like any other hot-blooded man…
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