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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It was twilight-dark in the big, cool storeroom back of the shop and Harry's big-bulbed prick felt thick and sweet and deliciously hot in the overripe juiciness of my cunt.
Unlike brother Bill and the other teen-age boys I had fucked, Harry knew how to take his time. Until it was the moment to get his rocks off in my guts, he never hurried. The way he put it in his soft, low voice, "Honey, when I'm in there, I want to enjoy every precious moment of it... and I want just as many moments as I can get."
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It was twilight-dark in the big, cool storeroom back of the shop and Harry's big-bulbed prick felt thick and sweet and deliciously hot in the overripe juiciness of my cunt.
Unlike brother Bill and the other teen-age boys I had fucked, Harry knew how to take his time. Until it was the moment to get his rocks off in my guts, he never hurried. The way he put it in his soft, low voice, "Honey, when I'm in there, I want to enjoy every precious moment of it... and I want just as many moments as I can get."