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The Widow. Fifty Shades of Tinsel, #5
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- ISBN978-0-939122-04-2
- EAN9780939122042
- Date de parution06/05/2014
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- ÉditeurTucumcari Press
Résumé
Fifty Shades of Tinsel, Vol. #5 - The WidowBook Description: **THEY CALL HIM TUBESTEAK** Jimmy Riff, a well-endowed preacher's son whose life is adrift, stopped off in Hollywood on his way to Oregon in search of a lost love. Instead of finding his dream, Jimmy found himself trapped by LA's sleazy underbelly. Intended for mature audiences. EXCERPT: He seemed to know exactly what to do. The thrusts were effective in that he did not hammer away aimlessly, but kept a steady and prolonged pace.
Moved at his own speed. She may initially have wanted him to move quicker, and her muffled cries may have demanded it, but he refused to go along, and continued as he wished-the speed he chose and maintained. Finally she saw and reaped the rewards of it: when she began to climax; they were a steady stream of explosions, one after another. That made her feel as though the top of her head was about to erupt.
It was splendor cranked up to the max. She was lost in it; lost all sense of time and space, her surroundings. She had no idea for the moment, where she was, who she was-or that she was even on planet Earth. She was drenched in sweat. It rolled off and dripped on down from her forehead, back of her neck and armpits. The preacher's son was sopping wet himself. Yanked the eye mask off and ran his forearm across his brow to get at the beads of sweat that stung his eyes.
This was some workout, and he doubted the lady was done with him. How much more would he be able to offer? Could he keep up? This woman was certainly older than him, but she was also in tip-top shape. Took care of herself, ate right. Yes, she had been grieving all along, but that did not hinder her from minding her health, staying athletic and in excellent condition.
Moved at his own speed. She may initially have wanted him to move quicker, and her muffled cries may have demanded it, but he refused to go along, and continued as he wished-the speed he chose and maintained. Finally she saw and reaped the rewards of it: when she began to climax; they were a steady stream of explosions, one after another. That made her feel as though the top of her head was about to erupt.
It was splendor cranked up to the max. She was lost in it; lost all sense of time and space, her surroundings. She had no idea for the moment, where she was, who she was-or that she was even on planet Earth. She was drenched in sweat. It rolled off and dripped on down from her forehead, back of her neck and armpits. The preacher's son was sopping wet himself. Yanked the eye mask off and ran his forearm across his brow to get at the beads of sweat that stung his eyes.
This was some workout, and he doubted the lady was done with him. How much more would he be able to offer? Could he keep up? This woman was certainly older than him, but she was also in tip-top shape. Took care of herself, ate right. Yes, she had been grieving all along, but that did not hinder her from minding her health, staying athletic and in excellent condition.
