Creating a Sexual Cindy: Taboo Erotica (eBook, ePUB) - Oxlong, Mike
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Her father and stepmother's bedroom was next to hers. They did it nearly every night, sometimes two and three times. The sounds of their passionate lovemaking penetrated through the wall and was tormenting for Cindy. She would lie in bed, knowing full well what was going on just on the other side of the wall, and try to ignore the erotic noises. But each time she wound up rolling across her bed and pressing her ear to the wall, trembling with a melange of mixed emotions as she listened to the wet reports of fervent kissing, the murmured endearments and exclamations of love. Then…mehr

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Her father and stepmother's bedroom was next to hers. They did it nearly every night, sometimes two and three times. The sounds of their passionate lovemaking penetrated through the wall and was tormenting for Cindy. She would lie in bed, knowing full well what was going on just on the other side of the wall, and try to ignore the erotic noises. But each time she wound up rolling across her bed and pressing her ear to the wall, trembling with a melange of mixed emotions as she listened to the wet reports of fervent kissing, the murmured endearments and exclamations of love. Then the bedsprings would begin to sing their raspy, rhythmic tune of joyous intercourse, with Anita's throaty murmurings turning into husky sighs and moans. At the last the bed would be squeaking like crazy, with her father grunting and groaning and her stepmother sobbing, "Yes, Roy! Oh, darling ... yesss! I love you! Harder ... ohhhhh ... fuck me harder!"
By then Cindy's virginal little pussy would be leaking the hot juice of her confused desire. Love for her father and resentment of Anita would churn about within her, making her press her ear tightly against the wall and cup her hand over the secretion-slick crotch band of her panties. While they were coming, she would grit her teeth and listen to their ecstatic outcries, her hand bearing down between her thighs and rubbing wildly at the feverish itching in the honeyed folds of her swollen, sparsely-haired vulva.
You don't need her, Daddy! she would feel like shouting. If I'd known you wanted to ball, I would've let you do it to me! Then, panting with lust and feeling terribly guilty for her incestuous thoughts, Cindy would hurl herself away from the wall and lie in the center of her bed, hugging her unfulfilled body until she cried herself to sleep.