"Steve Perry - Matador 7 - Brother Death" - читать интересную книгу автора (Perry Steven)

"It's better for you when you can see me, isn't it?"

"Yeah," Bork said.

She straddled him, but sat on his belly, her fine pubic hair, now shaded pink, tickling his navel. She put
her hands on the thick muscles of his upper chest, leaned into them and massaged him, squeezing hard.
He enjoyed the feel of her fingers digging into him. After a moment, she slid her hands up to his neck
and worked the bands of muscle under his ears.

"Mmm."

She slid back a little. He felt wetness on his belly, smelled her pungent musk. The lightest touch of
warmth pressed against the base of his erect penis.

"And you like to smell me, too, don't you?"

"Yes."

She leaned back a little more.

"Mmmmm."

He raised his hands and pressed them lightly against her hips, urging her to move yet farther back.

"No, you don't. Not yet. You aren't ready yet."

"Hell I'm not."

"Hey, who's the albino in this bed?"



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He chuckled. "Got me. I can't even remember who I am." "Hah! You don't get off that easy. I'm going to
make you suffer."

But she didn't. Instead she raised herself up, touched him at the tip of his very much erect penis, then
slid down slowly until she ensheathed him completely to the base. Without lifting herself again, she
massaged him with internal muscles, clamping and relaxing, over and over again, until she brought forth
from him a powerful orgasm.

"Oh!"

Veate laughed. "You still don't get off that easy, you thug."

His laughter joined hers.

Through some acoustical trick, Taz heard her brother laugh, even though she was on the opposite end of