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Tracey Holland is one of those outwardly proper and quite normal people-until she meets with Eva. Then the love of degradation and the desire to be debased that lies coiled like a snake within her are let loose, changing the fabric of her life forever.
KENNEL WIVES-a fictional story about two women caught up in a web of debauchery and perverseness. Their tale stands as a lesson for our society.
Her eyes were closed. Her black hair, long and shiny, fanned about her head and over the pillow. She lay on her back, totally naked, and cupped her tits in her hands.
She squeezed the cone-shaped firmness of them, making them point towards the ceiling. The nipples were long and ruby red, stiff with the heat he was making rise in her firm, curving body.
She squirmed on the bed and moaned again, twisting her body. Her tongue slipped between her full, red lips and licked them, making them shiny and sensitive, especially along the satiny inner surfaces. The white gleam of even teeth showed between her lips, and her nostrils flared slightly with a puff of lust.
She twisted her head one direction and her wide, curving hips the other. Her spine arched slightly, and her stomach went flat and hard as another gasp of desire escaped her lips. She squeezed her tits harder and shivered, and her trim thighs opened wide.
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