Longarm 397 : Longarm And The Doomed Beauty (9781101545973) (2011) - Plot & Excerpts
Longarm’s eyes grew heavy and slid slowly down over his eyes. “Oh . . . that ain’t nice, Miss Jo . . .” The girl tittered as she ran her hand very slowly up from the bottom of his cock, her hand making wet sounds against his skin. “I think you like it.” “Just the back’ll do.” “What’s that? I couldn’t hear you.” “I said . . . I’ll thank you to just scrub my back.” “Oh.” Jo removed her hand from his cock, leaving it to stand there at full, throbbing mast between his legs. “All right. Your back it is,” she said with a sigh of feigned resignation. As she rinsed the rag out in the water near his cock and balls, he could feel her penetrating eyes on the side of his face. He watched her hands, fascinated, lust stabbing through him from bowels to throat, constricting his breathing. She ran the soap over the rag, set the soap onto the chair. “Lean forward,” she ordered him. He did as he was told, and she raked the rag across his broad shoulders. She scrubbed hard, and he could hear her grunting softly as she worked, working the rag across his skin from the back of his neck down to the small of his back.
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