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The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group pressure, joins the neighborhood mate-traders.
Karen Murphy 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.
Karen Murphy leaned back, cupping the fullness of her tits. The nipples were big and swollen, aching almost the way they’d hurt years ago, when she was nursing Leanne and her tits would fill with milk to an almost unbearable degree. Karen’s eyes closed as she squeezed down on her stiff, reddish-brown nips, and she felt the most delicious sensations ripple through the flesh of her tits.
Sweet Jesus, she was so fucking horny! She brought her thighs together and rubbed them against the itchy, tingling flesh of her pussy, purring softly as the feeling down there got very very nice. The interior of her body seemed to grow moist and she squeezed more firmly at her pointed nipples, accentuating the sensations.
She stretched out her legs, keeping the thighs tight against her cunt, and she moved her body back and forth over the edge of the chair. It felt good to be naked, and it felt even better to make her body respond. Christ! Someone had to do it!
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.