Wild to the Bone
“She’d expected to find herself staring up at Bear Haskell’s face as the big man hammered away between her legs.
But Bear was nowhere in sight.
What she did find, however, was that sometime during the night, she’d pulled her undershirt up above her breasts. She’d kicked out of her cotton panties and spread her legs and was massaging herself almost violently with the first two fingers of her right hand.
Her hands were creamy. Her pussy was quivering.
She was coming.
She squealed and, feeling foolish, threw her head back on the pillow, lifted her shirt over her face, and chomped down on it so her love cries wouldn’t be heard all over Spotted Horse. At the same time, she continued to massage her clitoris, seeing and feeling again, as she had only a moment before, Haskell grinding his forehead against her chest while his cock hammered in and out of her, setting every nerve in her body on fire.
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