Nicht lieferbar
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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Her cunt moist from thinking about all the foxy boys at school, young Kathy happily bounced her way home, going around to the back of the house and entering through the kitchen, just like she always did. After placing her books on the table, the big-titted blonde teenager proceeded to the dining room, looking for her mother. She was about to ball out when she heard a sound from the living room. Kathy stepped to the open doorway, and again was about to call out when a flash of motion from the side of the room caught her eye. She stared, frozen in shock. Her mother and Ray, her new father, lay naked on the sofa.
Paula Simpson, at thirty-five, possessed a voluptuous beauty which had only been enhanced by the passing years. She lay on her back, her blonde hair fanning out over the sofa cushion. Here white thighs were spread apart, and Ray was sprawled between her knees. His strong, hairy hips were moving up and down rhythmically, and Kathy glimpsed the thick trunk of his cock as it stroked in and out through the encircling lips of her mother's soft, wet cunt.
The young girl had never before seen two people fucking, and the fact that one of the participants was her mother made the spectacle all the more fascinating. Shaking, her throat dry, her eyes wide, she stood and watched.
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Her cunt moist from thinking about all the foxy boys at school, young Kathy happily bounced her way home, going around to the back of the house and entering through the kitchen, just like she always did. After placing her books on the table, the big-titted blonde teenager proceeded to the dining room, looking for her mother. She was about to ball out when she heard a sound from the living room. Kathy stepped to the open doorway, and again was about to call out when a flash of motion from the side of the room caught her eye. She stared, frozen in shock. Her mother and Ray, her new father, lay naked on the sofa.
Paula Simpson, at thirty-five, possessed a voluptuous beauty which had only been enhanced by the passing years. She lay on her back, her blonde hair fanning out over the sofa cushion. Here white thighs were spread apart, and Ray was sprawled between her knees. His strong, hairy hips were moving up and down rhythmically, and Kathy glimpsed the thick trunk of his cock as it stroked in and out through the encircling lips of her mother's soft, wet cunt.
The young girl had never before seen two people fucking, and the fact that one of the participants was her mother made the spectacle all the more fascinating. Shaking, her throat dry, her eyes wide, she stood and watched.