My Young Cousin: Taboo Erotica (eBook, ePUB) - Jablomey, Duchess
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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.
********* Carla was right about one thing in her daydreaming about the Thompson family: Cousin Scott was excited to see her and Cousin Scott was horny. But Cousin Scott wasn't waiting to get her out behind the barn to make a pass at her. She'd met him only ten minutes ago, and already his prick was throbbing against her ass. And…mehr

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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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Carla was right about one thing in her daydreaming about the Thompson family: Cousin Scott was excited to see her and Cousin Scott was horny. But Cousin Scott wasn't waiting to get her out behind the barn to make a pass at her. She'd met him only ten minutes ago, and already his prick was throbbing against her ass. And Christ, the thing felt huge!

Carla sat in the cab of the pickup truck, right smack on Scott's lap. Cousin Jenny sat next to her, in the middle of the cab, and Uncle Fred, wearing a white cowboy hat and bushy blond sideburns, sat behind the wheel. Uncle Fred's brown hands looked muscular enough to rip the steering wheel off the steering column with a flick of his wrists. And Cousin Scott's hands, just as muscular, but with younger-looking skin, felt like hot bear paws through Carla's T-shirt.

Carla was trembling. Scott's arms were wrapped around her in a bearhug, and all the muscles of his sinewy, rock-hard body quivered against her.

As they headed down a dirt road, flat green fields on both sides, the sun blazing in through the windshield and heating up Carta's bare legs, Uncle Fred pointed out the gray-green mountain range in front of them. The ranch was nestled in the foothills at the base of those mountains, he said.

"You'll love the ranch," Jenny said, without trying to hide her excitement in the least. "We'll go bareback riding." She squeezed Carta's hand. She'd entwined her fingers with Carta's when they'd first climbed into the truck, and she wouldn't let go. Their palms had grown sweaty against each other, and Carla could feel a pulsebeat against her palm.