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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Fred Hinson knelt nakedly on the mattress beside the bare, helpless form of his stepdaughter, Patricia Rawlings. As she started into full wakefulness, realizing that she was handcuffed securely, he grinned down at her, reaching across to the far side of the bed, and switching on the light.
Fred rocked back on his haunches, and then moved slowly forward. His meaty prick stood out from his body like a forest giant, with a blood-red pine knot at the end. Swaying softly, he stroked its entire length across Pat's trembling lips, tickling her nose with its wiry strands, his mouth tightening into a sadistic smile.
Reality was worse than nightmare.
Her eyes widened in terror, and her nostrils flared, and she screamed and screamed again in the dark and empty night.
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Fred Hinson knelt nakedly on the mattress beside the bare, helpless form of his stepdaughter, Patricia Rawlings. As she started into full wakefulness, realizing that she was handcuffed securely, he grinned down at her, reaching across to the far side of the bed, and switching on the light.
Fred rocked back on his haunches, and then moved slowly forward. His meaty prick stood out from his body like a forest giant, with a blood-red pine knot at the end. Swaying softly, he stroked its entire length across Pat's trembling lips, tickling her nose with its wiry strands, his mouth tightening into a sadistic smile.
Reality was worse than nightmare.
Her eyes widened in terror, and her nostrils flared, and she screamed and screamed again in the dark and empty night.