He Came Inside Me : Fertile Brats 12 (Virgin Erotica Breeding Erotica Pregnancy Erotica XXX Erotica): Fertile Brats, #12

By Tori Westwood

At nineteen I was desperate to know what sex felt like.  Living a lonely life in the mountains meant that opportunities were scarce.  I’ve gotten so desperate that I’ve even started trying it on with my violin teacher but he just won’t do anything.  I’m going to make it so he doesn’t refuse.  I’m going to feel him inside me if it’s the last thing I do.

Read how Mr. Poullain takes things one step further and comes inside me!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tori Westwood
• Release date: Apr 16, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386168430

Tori Westwood

Tori Westwood writes short erotica whenever she finds time between her day-job and her family.  She is still searching for her niche, not yet limiting herself to any particular sub-genre, having penned all manner of fiction.  She is happily married and delights in exploring her own fantasies through her writings.  For updates, follower her on Twitter @ToriWestwood1

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Mr. Poullain looked down as I opened my mouth, stretching my lips over the bulbous, shining head and driving him to the back of my throat.

From then on I treated him like a popsicle, covering him in my spit and sliding my saliva along the barrel of his length until he was drenched.

Each time I gasped off him I let my hand rifle along his shaft, increasing my speed along with his breaths as he looked down in approval.  It was as though I was connecting with him on a level we hadn’t experienced before.  Though he would never admit it, I was sure he was as desperate for a good fuck out here as I was.

It feels so stiff in my mouth, I gasped, experiencing everything for the first time.

Keep sucking, Jenny, he said, moving my hair from my face so he could look down on my work.

I followed his orders to the letter, keen to please him and continue this forbidden union to completion.  I wouldn’t rest until I could feel his hot seed inside my belly.

I continued to work his cock in my mouth, sucking it just like he wanted and feeling my crease becoming wetter by the second with each withdrawal from my mouth.

My other hand moved down to feel my wetness, teasing out the juices from my honey-pot and splaying them over my loose flesh as I got myself off.

Mr. Poullain took off his flannel shirt now, pulling it off his back and showing off his broad shoulders and barrel chest.  He was a real intimidating kind of guy but I knew he had a soft side.

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