DN-337 EBOOK

DN-337 EBOOK
DN-337 EBOOK
Hot Orgy Wife by Jeff Collins
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“The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.” So wrote American poet and essayist Henry David Thoreau in the Nineteenth Century. This statement appears to be just as true today as it was then. Perhaps it is even more valid today, considering the pressures and frequent monotony of modern society.

The majority of today’s men and women live in an overcrowded, competitive, noisy world. Most are put into slots and walk on a treadmill-going to boring jobs, living in carbon-copy houses, socializing with the same people. Their desperation is reflected in the rising rate of divorce, alcoholism, drug addiction, and at times is frighteningly released through violent and seemingly unmotivated crime.

The young wife in this book is one of these desperate people. Bored, frustrated, unhappy, she seizes at the first opportunity for release. In her need, she casts aside morals and scruples, determined to live only for the moment, to grab at pleasure before it is taken away.

HOT ORGY WIFE is a story about the “quiet desperation” in many of us-and the extremes to which it may drive us.

“Do you want my cock, Marie?” he asked huskily. “Do you want to get fucked by it?”

“Yes!” said the passion-inflamed young wife. “Oh, yes, Hal! God, your cock is wonderful . . . it’s such a big, hard, beautiful prick! I can feel it against my belly. Fuck me with it, darling . . . fuck me hard!”

It was when he started to suck her bare nipples that his hands moved over her belly and down inside her panties. She winced and then trembled as she felt his palm cross her cunt-mound. Down, down went his hand, to her luscious pussy, down and under to cup her thick-lipped cunt.

Marie bit her lips. She was hot, oh, so hot, and she pushed her pussy hard into his hand. His first two fingers were parting the loose flesh at her cunt. They scissored along her clit, finding it immediately. Never had she been finger-fucked in such a forceful and merciless way. She was weaving her hips at him, heaving into his hand, egging him on with every wild, erotic gesture of her belly and thighs.

Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.

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