Cream in Her Coffee

By Tiffany McDowell

Start with one beautiful, sexy black female porn star, then mix in two identical male twins that are hunky, white and too horny for words, and what you’ve got is a chocolate and vanilla recipe for some fabulously hot times.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eXtasy Books Inc
• Release date: Jun 26, 2012
• ISBN: 9781771112062

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Start with one beautiful, sexy black female porn star, then mix in two identical male twins that are hunky, white and too horny for words, and what you’ve got is a chocolate and vanilla recipe for some fabulously hot times.

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Cream In Her Coffee

Copyright © 2012 Tiffany McDowell

ISBN: 978-1-77111-206-2

Cover art by Harris Channing

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Cream In Her Coffee

By

Tiffany McDowell

Chapter One

Torrential rains pounded the windswept street, overflowing drains and soaking any brave pedestrians to the bone almost instantly. Olivia took a deep breath and ventured quickly out into the terrible downpour, becoming drenched in seconds from head to foot.

A passing taxi added to her misery, sending splashes of water over her long legs from uncaring speeding tires.

She reached the studio door and rushed inside, sighing because every inch of her dress was thoroughly soaked and clung to her skin. Her hair, as well, was dripping wet.

I’ll be doing the shoot naked, so I guess clothes don’t really matter, Olivia whispered to herself with a wry smile.

The old rickety wooden stairs still creaked as she ascended them quickly. The drab green paint was chipping away. She much preferred the swankier studio across town, with its hardwood floors, plush carpeting and glass enclosed showers, but she ascribed to the theory that good business was where you found it. Right then, the dilapidated porn office on Wilson Avenue was contracting her for top dollar. Five thousand dollars to do a one