"Pleasure exploded along her nerve-endings in a blinding wave. She lost any sense of time, all ability to reason. Wicked excitement controlled her. He pushed her vest and her bra out of his path and stroked the painfully beaded tips of her breasts until she was whimpering she knew not what. From that point there wasn't a moment where she regained control or even came close. She was squirming, writhing, begging him not to stop, possessed by a greedy blaze of elemental need. At an intoxicating high of delirious pleasure she was gripped by wild convulsions of ecstatic release. Shell-shocked by the jolting, all-encompassing power of that experience, she clung to him in the aftermath."
The Italian's Inexperienced Mistress -- Lynne Graham
"Now I with passion, getting my hand under nightie and start to fondle my tits to get my nipples hard. Mmmm, that feels so good. My big purple breasts start to shiver, and I get aroused my warmth of my body. I like then to boldly spread my legs wide. I open ends of my nightie and left it open so my belly and my pussy is visible. My fingers getting down from my belly toward warm pussy. I gently move finger so it get all wet and juicy. I love that touch. I move them around. I love that smell of pure sex that spread all over from my thighs."
"With thrill in her tits Malia close her eyes while my hand getting slowly up her thigh toward center. I run my fingers over her wet pulsating pussy. She is aroused too. I feel how she shivers. Slowly she close her eyes and start to grouse."
"I start squeezing my belly and twisting my pussy."
"My pussy was wide open for Malia hands. She sit behind me and stuck her tongue in my pussy. I felt her around my pussy, and her hands on my butt."
"Slightly fruit get inside instead of my finger."
"We continue with scissoring with banana inside us. I nibble her nipples and she move her fingers around my buthole. At one moment she stuck one inside."
"Faster and faster we moved around. There was nothing left from banana."
"Her clitoris was so aroused and wet. Her buttocks was all red and hot."
Malia -- Tiffany James
P.S. This book no longer appears on Amazon, so here's a link to a book about beavers and baboons. Also, all those grammar and spelling errors are those of the (non native English speaker?) author, not Uncle Walter.
"Moisture flooded her and her sex swelled almost painfully against her clothes. Her clit felt as if it had doubled in size and she bucked into him, needing to come so badly she could almost taste it."
"Her legs clenched, heat shooting from her wet nipples down her body, straight between her legs."
"Izzie barely breathed as he pushed her clothes down and off, until she lay naked beneath him. And she absolutely flew out of her skin when he took the new tube-shaped pastry and smeared one creamy end of it through her curls and across her sex."
"He slid the tip of it into her wet crevice -- sending a cacophony of sensations rushing through her."
"He slowly sunk the treat deeper, as far as he could, then gently tugged it out. He did it again, leaving Izzy to wonder how long it would take before the shell broke and the oozy cream filled her."
"He nibbled off little pieces as it came out of her, whispering sweet words about how good it tasted... how good she tasted. How juicy and creamy she was."
"'You're bigger than that cookie,' she said, nibbling on her lip as she acknowledged just how much Nick Santori had been hiding beneath his clothes. He groaned and dipped closer, sliding in her a little at a time. 'You're sweeter than that cookie.' He pushed a bit more, easing into her with incredible restraint. 'And you are definitely creamy enough to handle me.'"
"His mouth sought her tits, first one and then the other. Hungrily he sucked on them as he pounded into her hot moist pussy. It was welcoming him with copious amounts of sticky clear love juice, lubricating his needy, rock-hard member, sliding her love juice amply along the long hard shaft."
"Her finger slid deliciously over my clit. I could feel my pussy moistening as she rubbed up and down all the while slathering my nipple with her saliva. I let go with a little moan arching my hips to invite Annabel's finger into my love channel."
"Though not yet fully matured, she had already reached the age where the full white terrace of her breasts swelled against the retaining fabric of her gown, the current of her ripening form rising inexorably to overflow the woven levee of restraint."
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