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Warning: This is a vintage hard-boiled full length (100+ Pages), 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 give a proper description. Check out the free sample if you can.
************ "But Mister Willows! If you think of me as a daughter, why do you have that big stiff cock in your pants?" "Ah, Gina, er …" Gina shot a quick glance over her shoulder to make sure no one was watching them. Then she lunged at him, twining her slim arms around his shoulders and hotly dry-humping her pussy against his…mehr

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Warning: This is a vintage hard-boiled full length (100+ Pages), 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 give a proper description. Check out the free sample if you can.

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"But Mister Willows! If you think of me as a daughter, why do you have that big stiff cock in your pants?"
"Ah, Gina, er …"
Gina shot a quick glance over her shoulder to make sure no one was watching them. Then she lunged at him, twining her slim arms around his shoulders and hotly dry-humping her pussy against his throbbing cock.
"Aw, please, Mister Willows, I'm so fucking horny!" Gina whined, thrusting her hand between their bodies and hungrily squeezing his cock shaft through his shorts. "God, you've got a big prick! Let me suck it for you, oh, please, I want to give you a blow job so much!"
Mr. Willows seemed hypnotized, completely unable to believe his good fortune. Gina took advantage of his confusion by half leading, half pushing him across the lawn to his front door.
"Fuck me, Mister Willows," she said as she guided him into his living room, smothering him with kisses all the way. "Let me suck your big, juicy cock!"
The living room was large, handsomely decorated and quite cool, being shaded from the sunlight by Venetian blinds. As soon as they were inside it Gina fell to her knees. She struggled frantically with the zipper and buckle of her neighbor's shorts.
"No, Gina," Mike Willows said, staring down at her dazedly and doing nothing to stop her. "This is wrong."