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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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At first, Denise thought she was having some kind of a dream. She'd fingerfucked herself several times before taking her nap. Perhaps that hadn't satisfied her. As she came slowly to wakefulness, she thought she was having a wonderful fantasy of her husband and her on their honeymoon-of his cock probing for the slit of her cunt.
Then her eyes opened, and, still dreamily, she saw her son's best friend.
At first, Denise didn't move. She felt too comfortable around Doug to be shocked by his presence. Her son and he had been best friends for years. Doug had spent so many days at her house, that she'd almost come to think of him as her very own boy. She'd fixed him milk and cookies, helped him with his homework, even comforted him one night when he was crying. How could she be shocked to see him unexpectedly, even if she was naked?
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At first, Denise thought she was having some kind of a dream. She'd fingerfucked herself several times before taking her nap. Perhaps that hadn't satisfied her. As she came slowly to wakefulness, she thought she was having a wonderful fantasy of her husband and her on their honeymoon-of his cock probing for the slit of her cunt.
Then her eyes opened, and, still dreamily, she saw her son's best friend.
At first, Denise didn't move. She felt too comfortable around Doug to be shocked by his presence. Her son and he had been best friends for years. Doug had spent so many days at her house, that she'd almost come to think of him as her very own boy. She'd fixed him milk and cookies, helped him with his homework, even comforted him one night when he was crying. How could she be shocked to see him unexpectedly, even if she was naked?