Warning: This is a vintage hard-boiled full length, post-censorship erotic novel. This is bad stuff. Both bad meaning bad and bad meaning *good*. The story is so crazy, we can't even hive a proper description. Check out the free sample if you can.
Excerpt:
Rising late the following day, Brenda's mother took a leisurely bath. Knowing she was alone in the house, the beautiful brunette returned to her room without bothering to put on a robe. Trying to decide what to wear, Joyce was sitting on the edge of her bed thinking about Peter Cranford's big cock. Recalling the fantastic fuck they'd had on the terrace the other night, she could feel hot juices oozing out from between her legs.
She was about to stand up and select something from the closet to wear when she saw her daughter's Great Dane peering at her through the open door to her room.
"Hello, Prince," she smiled, noticing how the big animal was whimpering and trembling. "What's the matter with you?"
Unaware that the dog was aroused by the scent of her hotly oozing cunt, she watched him slowly walk across the room toward her.
Excerpt:
Rising late the following day, Brenda's mother took a leisurely bath. Knowing she was alone in the house, the beautiful brunette returned to her room without bothering to put on a robe. Trying to decide what to wear, Joyce was sitting on the edge of her bed thinking about Peter Cranford's big cock. Recalling the fantastic fuck they'd had on the terrace the other night, she could feel hot juices oozing out from between her legs.
She was about to stand up and select something from the closet to wear when she saw her daughter's Great Dane peering at her through the open door to her room.
"Hello, Prince," she smiled, noticing how the big animal was whimpering and trembling. "What's the matter with you?"
Unaware that the dog was aroused by the scent of her hotly oozing cunt, she watched him slowly walk across the room toward her.