Together for the first time, three sizzling-hot stories about innocent teen virgins getting taken hard, fast, and totally unprotected by gigantic black studs who just can't wait to ravage them in every hole! Being trapped in antique stocks or getting stranded in a blizzard has never been so much fun, and these sexy girls are going to beg for more and more and more!
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Excerpt from "Pounded by the Hot Black Security Guards":
Petra blinked snow out of her eyes, then blinked again. Buck was over six feet tall, black as coal, and muscular enough to bench-press a truck. He could probably snap her in half without breaking a sweat.
She wouldn't have anyway, but... "I won't give you any trouble," she assured him, and shook her head so vigorously that snow flew in a wide pattern around her.
"Good." He turned back around to escort her upstairs, then did a double-take of his own. She wasn't a dog at all. In fact, she was the cutest little thing he'd seen in a long time! Big eyes the color of melted chocolate stared up at him from an oval face that was pale from the cold, but absolutely gorgeous. Her nose was fine and straight, and her mouth was lush and full.
Despite his stern order to go back to sleep, his long shaft began to stir with interest.
In the earbud, Flynn whistled appreciatively. "Man, she's hot!" he crowed. "I'd love to get me a piece of that! Bring her up here, man! Let's see if her body's as sexy as her face!"
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Flynn flashed her a broad white-toothed smile. "So you're a dancer, huh? What kind of dance? Classical? Tap?"
"A little of everything," she admitted with a pretty blush. "My dream's always been to dance on Broadway."
"Broadway!" That made them both eye her with new respect. "Show us some of your steps!"
She quickly shook her head, but Buck added his entreaty, and even got up to set their wine glasses on the counter and push the table aside. "Please? We'd really like to see you dance."
It took several minutes and a lot of persuasion, but finally the wine numbed her inhibitions enough that she rose unsteadily and moved into the middle of the room. "I don't think I can do any tap routines," she confessed, blushing again. "My head's spinning. But I just learned how to do the hula."
"Do that, then." Flynn moved his chair to a new spot behind the table, and stretched out his long legs. "I've never seen anyone do it in real life."
The moment she began to sway seductively back and forth, Buck understood why his partner had moved. His big shaft shot up ramrod-straight and began banging rhythmically against his flat washboard stomach. He nearly groaned from the sweet agony, and wished he could yank his zipper down...
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Excerpt from "Pounded by the Hot Black Security Guards":
Petra blinked snow out of her eyes, then blinked again. Buck was over six feet tall, black as coal, and muscular enough to bench-press a truck. He could probably snap her in half without breaking a sweat.
She wouldn't have anyway, but... "I won't give you any trouble," she assured him, and shook her head so vigorously that snow flew in a wide pattern around her.
"Good." He turned back around to escort her upstairs, then did a double-take of his own. She wasn't a dog at all. In fact, she was the cutest little thing he'd seen in a long time! Big eyes the color of melted chocolate stared up at him from an oval face that was pale from the cold, but absolutely gorgeous. Her nose was fine and straight, and her mouth was lush and full.
Despite his stern order to go back to sleep, his long shaft began to stir with interest.
In the earbud, Flynn whistled appreciatively. "Man, she's hot!" he crowed. "I'd love to get me a piece of that! Bring her up here, man! Let's see if her body's as sexy as her face!"
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Flynn flashed her a broad white-toothed smile. "So you're a dancer, huh? What kind of dance? Classical? Tap?"
"A little of everything," she admitted with a pretty blush. "My dream's always been to dance on Broadway."
"Broadway!" That made them both eye her with new respect. "Show us some of your steps!"
She quickly shook her head, but Buck added his entreaty, and even got up to set their wine glasses on the counter and push the table aside. "Please? We'd really like to see you dance."
It took several minutes and a lot of persuasion, but finally the wine numbed her inhibitions enough that she rose unsteadily and moved into the middle of the room. "I don't think I can do any tap routines," she confessed, blushing again. "My head's spinning. But I just learned how to do the hula."
"Do that, then." Flynn moved his chair to a new spot behind the table, and stretched out his long legs. "I've never seen anyone do it in real life."
The moment she began to sway seductively back and forth, Buck understood why his partner had moved. His big shaft shot up ramrod-straight and began banging rhythmically against his flat washboard stomach. He nearly groaned from the sweet agony, and wished he could yank his zipper down...