"Mary Janice Davidson - Thief Of Hearts" - читать интересную книгу автора (Davidson Mary Janice)

"That's a new look for you," he observed.

"God, I want you," she replied, approaching so quickly her armadillo tail knocked everything off his
bedside table. "You're all I can think about, Jared."

"That's nice. Really! Uh. What are you doing?"

She was unscrewing the jar she was holding. Then she tossed the lid behind her where it hit the floor
with a clatter. She reached into the jar with her armadillo paw and extracted something small. Which she
flung at him.

Jared felt the pickle slice hit his forehead with a wet smack. "Pickled vegetables make me sooooo
horny," she whispered. She then upended the jar all over herself. Pickle juice rained down on his
floor...and her armadillo suit. She writhed and moaned within the dill scented shower.

"On any other day, I would find this extremely weird." In fact, he felt pretty sanguine about what was
happening. "However, it's been one of those days, so nothing surprises me."

He heard a purring sound as she unzipped her armadillo suit and stepped out of it. For a moment she
was naked in the moonlight, her skin almost alabaster in the eerie lighting. Then she pounced on him. Her
breasts brushed his chin as she leaned forward and sucked the pickle off his forehead. He heard her
crunch, gulp, then felt her tongue as it slid back and forth across his forehead.

"Ummmm," she moaned, "Vlassic."

"Uh...Kara...are you on any medication that you want toтАФ?"

"Shut up and take me," she commanded, her breath redolent with dill. "Take me like you know I want to
be taken."

"Okay...but I'll have to stop and fill up my gas tank, first."

"Stop that. There's something you should know."

"I can't imagine what the hell it could be," he said, with perfect truth.

"When I eat pickles...afterwards, I must always wash them down with your dick."

"WhaтАФaigh!" Shockingly, she reached back and grabbed him. Even more shocking, he was as firm as a
crisp pickle.

Quick as a fish, she whipped around and dived for his dick like a gull diving for a herring. Instantly her
warm, wet mouth was on him, while he was face-to-face, so to speak, with her delectable ass. It looked
good enough to eat. He leaned forward and gently bit down on the plump, smooth flesh.
 She hummed in response, which sent glorious vibrations through his dick, vibrations he felt all the way up
to his eyeballs.

Her head was pistoning up and down like that stupid woodpecker toy he had as a kid. And speaking of
peckers, his was so hard he felt like it had to be three feet long. Her lips surrounded him, her teeth