Brat Gets Defiled: Taboo Erotica (eBook, ePUB) - Gerald Leach, Dr.
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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.
********** And so it began, my life with Tony. Though father and daughter, we set up housekeeping as man and wife. He would order me around, but that was only during the day. My nights were what kept me there. He could fuck me silly, and he often did. I would suck his thick cock till it came in hot, sticky spurts that I gulped down…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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And so it began, my life with Tony. Though father and daughter, we set up housekeeping as man and wife. He would order me around, but that was only during the day. My nights were what kept me there. He could fuck me silly, and he often did. I would suck his thick cock till it came in hot, sticky spurts that I gulped down greedily. Sex with my father was heavenly, and I completely neglected to write my mother in Italy. What could I say? I'm living with Dad and he fucks my twat till it bleeds? I lick his ass-hole and he licks mine? He sucks my cunt?
I didn't dig the pushing around, though, and one day-about a week after I moved in snuck out and got drunk. Returning home, at the front door, I wavered. I saw him beating me to death and no one knowing what had happened to me. Dumped in a canal, weighted down with rocks. My mother wouldn't look for me, saying to herself I had just gone my way. Still, I went in and closed the door behind me.
Tony was sitting at the table with a glass of wine, looking very sad and very pale. I stood still, right in front of the door and looked at him, waiting for the rage I expected to pour from him at any moment.
Slowly and dramatically he raised his face to me. "So it is you. Even you." He lowered his head again.