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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He was grinning. "I knew it!" he exclaimed. "Shit, I just knew you didn't wear any bra!"
"What I wear or don't wear is none of your business, Dr. Marshall!" Sally angrily retorted. "And please don't say shit. I detest that word!"
"Call me Ron," the intern said, and went for her lips as he drew her 38-23-36 form against him.
Sally's continued struggling made it difficult for him to connect with his target. But finally he succeeded in doing so, and his firm lips pressed her soft, moist ones apart. His demanding tongue pressed between them and forced her teeth apart as well. While he raped her mouth, she squirmed heatedly against him.
Her heat resulted not only from anger over the man's forceful onslaught, which seemed to take for granted that she was fruit ripe for plucking, but also from the sexual arousal which his actions had inspired. Sally didn't want to respond to him, but she couldn't seem to help herself. His hands, which stroked greedily over her hips and thighs and across her shivery, plump buttocks, spread fire through her flesh. As she squirmed against him in a vain effort to escape from the corner in which he had her wedged, the rubbing of her unfettered breasts against her starched uniform which was pressed against his body caused her nipples to stand up hard. Those sensitive nubbins sent back hot signals which her nineteen-year-old brain couldn't deny.
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He was grinning. "I knew it!" he exclaimed. "Shit, I just knew you didn't wear any bra!"
"What I wear or don't wear is none of your business, Dr. Marshall!" Sally angrily retorted. "And please don't say shit. I detest that word!"
"Call me Ron," the intern said, and went for her lips as he drew her 38-23-36 form against him.
Sally's continued struggling made it difficult for him to connect with his target. But finally he succeeded in doing so, and his firm lips pressed her soft, moist ones apart. His demanding tongue pressed between them and forced her teeth apart as well. While he raped her mouth, she squirmed heatedly against him.
Her heat resulted not only from anger over the man's forceful onslaught, which seemed to take for granted that she was fruit ripe for plucking, but also from the sexual arousal which his actions had inspired. Sally didn't want to respond to him, but she couldn't seem to help herself. His hands, which stroked greedily over her hips and thighs and across her shivery, plump buttocks, spread fire through her flesh. As she squirmed against him in a vain effort to escape from the corner in which he had her wedged, the rubbing of her unfettered breasts against her starched uniform which was pressed against his body caused her nipples to stand up hard. Those sensitive nubbins sent back hot signals which her nineteen-year-old brain couldn't deny.