"It was approximately the size of a kid's baseball bat with thick veins wrapping around it like vines up a tree trunk. 'Fuck me, I'm not drunk enough for this. You didn't happen to bring poppers, did you?' Dylan asked. 'Sure,' Heath responded. 'In the first aid kit between the X and Boy Butter.' 'Sarcasm isn't helping. I'm going to need something.' 'Colostomy bag?'"
"I contracted my vagina and Bryan went wild with ecstasy as the walls of my vagina squeezed his penis until he climaxed as well. We both climaxed successfully as I savored the joy of thousands of tongues in my pussy."
The Last Salvo -- Howard Weatherby
This book is no longer available at Amazon.com and there are no other books by that author to list here so... here's one on Bass Fishing.
"His fingers danced intimately along her skin, teasing her in places she'd only imagined being touched, igniting the fuel of a thousand rockets deep in her soul. She couldn't speak, could only murmur soft sounds of pleasure as he stroked her secret places. Her body tightened as a rainbow swallowed her, reds and purples dancing on her skin, oranges and blues shooting from her fingertips, yellows and greens crackling and sparkling in her hair. The rocket in her soul burned hotter."
"Saul had no idea if the rainbow-colored chowder thrower could even go inside him, given that it was only particles of moisture. But as Kurt pressed against the hippy's beckoning bum, the toking climber felt the pressure invading his swampy flower power freeway of fun."
Pounded By the Biker Rainbow Come to Life -- Max Wood
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