Warning: This is a VERY taboo, 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.
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Anne lay on the big bed, listening to her husband fuck her sister in the other room. She had a vivid image of Hal's big cock slamming into Helen's red-furred cunt.
Not that she'd ever actually seen them fuck.
She'd been invited to watch, more than once, but Anne's proper soul refused to let her.
Proper? She glanced over at the handsome boy lying naked next to her on the bed. Jeff, her eighteen-year-old lover. He smiled, reaching out to stroke one of her naked tits. Anne shivered, moving closer to the boy.
How had she ever got in a situation like this?
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Anne lay on the big bed, listening to her husband fuck her sister in the other room. She had a vivid image of Hal's big cock slamming into Helen's red-furred cunt.
Not that she'd ever actually seen them fuck.
She'd been invited to watch, more than once, but Anne's proper soul refused to let her.
Proper? She glanced over at the handsome boy lying naked next to her on the bed. Jeff, her eighteen-year-old lover. He smiled, reaching out to stroke one of her naked tits. Anne shivered, moving closer to the boy.
How had she ever got in a situation like this?