Panties in a Wad
Laura Cooper isn’t having a good weekend. As a matter of fact, she seems to be in the middle of some sort of emotional breakdown. Husband Chris has convinced her that they need to attend the Annual Blastwords Erotic Writers Conference in Las Vegas. The problem is that Laura doesn’t feel that she is a true erotic writer. More
Laura Cooper isn’t having a good weekend. As a matter of fact, she seems to be in the middle of some sort of emotional breakdown. Husband Chris has convinced her that they need to attend the Annual Blastwords Erotic Writers Conference in Las Vegas. The problem is that Laura doesn’t feel that she is a true erotic writer. All she does is write down her adventures, certainly not literary masterpieces like “real” writers. Problems multiply when she goes off hinge in her “Writers Interview” and ends up showing the attractive reporter her Tramp Stamp tattoo. Now she’s sure that she will be exposed to the public as a fake.
As always Laura finds ways to pacify herself and keep her mind off her troubles. With an entire floor of the hotel filled with erotic writers she doesn’t have a problem finding willing colleagues in her quest to forget her impending doom.
Her favorite writer Tonya is in the room next door and has a sybian that seems to be rocking the entire floor! And after she meets the incredibly young and gorgeous Jonah Ellrod in the hotel hot tub only the comforts of the literary genius, Sarina Cathisson can calm her. While it seems that Laura is being successful at keeping her mind, and body, occupied, her husband Chris has come up with an entirely new marketing plan. One that involves the Blastwords Publishing team and chains for Laura, Chris has an ulterior motive though, he wants to show Laura that he has needs too.
But will Chris’s plan to teach Laura a lesson about her recent sexual exploits lead to divorce?
Warning: 18+ ONLY This title contains erotic situations, graphic language, oral, bisexual, threesomes, cock sucking, gang bangs, threesomes, foursomes, orgy, swapping
“It’s so big!” I muttered, drool sliding from the corners of my lips.
Chris moved behind me, after so many years of following me around indulging my sexual whims he sensed that my needs including something to satisfy my pounding *****. Already my inner walls were convulsing with the need to be filled. His **** slid in amongst the moisture inside me without a hitch. He moved slowly, then faster as I wiggled my *** cheeks to urge him on. His thrusts forced me deeper and deeper onto Jonah’s chocolate ****. For one moment I giggled, dark chocolate in my mouth and white chocolate in my *****-what more could a woman ask for? I had a renewed sense of happiness and giddiness now; I used that joy to lavish this lovely ***** in my mouth.
I wanted this moment to last forever, but I felt Jonah’s heavy balls tightening under my chin. My own orgasm was heading through me on the fast track as well so as Chris pounded me from behind I let nature take its course. I sucked harder and with unbridled passion now. Jonah bucked his head backwards, I felt like I was in for a rodeo as his **** thrust towards me. The hot *** sprang from the slit in his **** with an almost reckless flow, the sheer amount was more than my mouth and throat could hold. It squirted down my face, up my nose, and oozed down my neck onto my overly large ****.