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In WILD HOT HOUSEWIFE, Hedy Harris is one of those outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her a depth of passion she never dreamed existed lies coiled like a snake, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse it.
WILD HOT HOUSEWIFE-a fictional story about a society that refused to face many of its real problems.
His huge young cock fairly leapt up when he rolled the swim suit down his legs.
“Jesus Christ, kid, you’re hung like a horse!”
“Isn’t that why you invited me up here, Mrs. Harris?”
“You’re damn right it is, Robby,” Hedy gasped, curling her fingers around the huge girth of the boy’s prick.
“Kind of unfair, me naked and you with your suit still on, Mrs. Harris.” The young man grinned.
“Yeah, it is, baby,” Hedy replied, deftly slipping out of her bikini. She chuckled low in her throat. “And I think, under the circumstances, you can call me Hedy.”
Robby Carpenter stared at her jutting tits, the stiffened nipples begging to be sucked. The darkened triangle of cunt hair between her legs was moist, warm and inviting. He felt his already-racing blood pulsing faster and faster.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.