Another six from Wildly Inappropriate.
These are from Chapter Two.
He was more than naked. He was hard. And getting harder by
the second.
Oh yes, I'd give a lot to see King
Dazza on his knees, bleeding to death at my feet, Cynda thought angrily, unable to
stop watching the stranger stroke his cock. If the bastard was dead, Grams
wouldn't be worrying herself sick about having to live in government-assisted
housing when she was used to her own home, and Cynda wouldn't have to beg this
stranger to let her suck that big dick.
She kept her gaze lowered because she figured
she might as well get used to looking at his cock, and she doubted he gave much
of a damn about her eye color.
Chapter One may be read here in its entirety.
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I need to give Cynda a hug, her Grams too. Not even her eye color? Poor thing. You're making me a cheerleader for her, though. :)
ReplyDeleteSounds like she has no choice, let's hope things pickup for her and her Gram.
ReplyDeleteWhat an unusual scenario. Interesting
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