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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 the stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, while appearing to be staid members of the Establishment, are secret members of the neighborhood mate-swapping group.
Virginia Lane is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her lies a perversity that even she at first refuses to recognize, a perversity that haunts her dreams and eventually forces her to act.
Virginia rolled over in bed and kicked off the covers, exposing her lush, naked body. She sighed, writhed on her back, then skimmed her hands over her hot, silky flesh.
“Oooo,” she moaned as she eagerly spanned her hands over her tits, kneading the soft flesh and whimpering as her hard bullet nipples seared the palms of her hands.
“Christ, I’m so fucking hot!”
Her hips rolled and the inside of her spongy cunt pulsed. Juice, creamy and sticky, oozed from her pussy, making the puffy folds of her cunt glisten.
Hot hissing sounds came from Virginia’s mouth as she pawed her fleshy tits and squirmed. Her green eyes, misty and dilated with lust, stared up at the ceiling. She gulped back a lump of passion and started scratching her tits in frustration.
“I need a cock,” she moaned throatily. “I need a fucking cock.”
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.