| Author: | Joan Russell | ISBN: | 1230000015741 |
| Publisher: | Joan Russell | Publication: | September 4, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Joan Russell |
| ISBN: | 1230000015741 |
| Publisher: | Joan Russell |
| Publication: | September 4, 2012 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Mail Order Bride: Svetlana. 3,596 words. Svetlana Baranova Baikov is a Mail Order Bride. When her new husband Mack Handler introduces her to his two best friends Bunny Simkins and Junior Edwards she knows she is in for a wedding night unlike any other. Contains: Multiple Partner Sex, Anal Sex, MMMf, Oral Sex. Spanking, Bondage, Fisting and Arming, Rimming, Double Entry Anal Penetration, Suffocation, Gangbang. All characters are 18 and above. Adult 18+
SAMPLE
Svetlana was surprised to find two men playing cards in her new kitchen.
“My friend Bunny Simkins,” Mack said pointing to the short, muscular man with the heavy five o’clock shadow. He next pointed to the red head whose freckles almost tanned his skin. “This is Junior Edwards.”
“Hello,” Svetlana said, smiling uncertainly.
“Let me show you around,” Mack said moving toward an inside door. “That’s the living room. Here’s the bathroom and here’s our bedroom.”
He pulled her through the door. To her surprise Junior and Bunny followed.
“Okay,” Mack said, putting her suitcase at the foot of the bed. “Show us your stuff.”
Svetlana didn’t understand.
“Stuff?”
“Take off your clothes,” Mack ordered, unbuttoning his fly.
Svetlana remained uncertain. Her eyes moved to Bunny and Junior lined up by the door.
“Don’t mind them. They’re here to share,” Mack said. He sounded annoyed with her. “Undress or we’ll help you.”
“I…” she stammered completely baffled by the situation. She hoped it was her English.
Mack reached forward, grabbed the front of her dress and pulled down. It ripped open revealing her full breasts in their push up bra, her narrow waist, rounded hips and narrowing thighs to his greedy eyes. He allowed what had once been her only best dress to fall to the floor and stared at her in disbelief.
“Jeeze…” he breathed as his eyes devoured her. “A real red head. Boys, I think we got us a winner.”
He moved forward and took her trembling lips with his, opening his mouth and probing hers with his demanding tongue. He unfastened her bra and pulled it forward, dropping it to the floor to join her dress. She was aware that other hands were pulling down her thong.
Mail Order Bride: Svetlana. 3,596 words. Svetlana Baranova Baikov is a Mail Order Bride. When her new husband Mack Handler introduces her to his two best friends Bunny Simkins and Junior Edwards she knows she is in for a wedding night unlike any other. Contains: Multiple Partner Sex, Anal Sex, MMMf, Oral Sex. Spanking, Bondage, Fisting and Arming, Rimming, Double Entry Anal Penetration, Suffocation, Gangbang. All characters are 18 and above. Adult 18+
SAMPLE
Svetlana was surprised to find two men playing cards in her new kitchen.
“My friend Bunny Simkins,” Mack said pointing to the short, muscular man with the heavy five o’clock shadow. He next pointed to the red head whose freckles almost tanned his skin. “This is Junior Edwards.”
“Hello,” Svetlana said, smiling uncertainly.
“Let me show you around,” Mack said moving toward an inside door. “That’s the living room. Here’s the bathroom and here’s our bedroom.”
He pulled her through the door. To her surprise Junior and Bunny followed.
“Okay,” Mack said, putting her suitcase at the foot of the bed. “Show us your stuff.”
Svetlana didn’t understand.
“Stuff?”
“Take off your clothes,” Mack ordered, unbuttoning his fly.
Svetlana remained uncertain. Her eyes moved to Bunny and Junior lined up by the door.
“Don’t mind them. They’re here to share,” Mack said. He sounded annoyed with her. “Undress or we’ll help you.”
“I…” she stammered completely baffled by the situation. She hoped it was her English.
Mack reached forward, grabbed the front of her dress and pulled down. It ripped open revealing her full breasts in their push up bra, her narrow waist, rounded hips and narrowing thighs to his greedy eyes. He allowed what had once been her only best dress to fall to the floor and stared at her in disbelief.
“Jeeze…” he breathed as his eyes devoured her. “A real red head. Boys, I think we got us a winner.”
He moved forward and took her trembling lips with his, opening his mouth and probing hers with his demanding tongue. He unfastened her bra and pulled it forward, dropping it to the floor to join her dress. She was aware that other hands were pulling down her thong.
