Filthy Lesbian: Felt (Filthy Lesbian Series Book 4)

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uncorrupted girl left on campus, she'll be forced to watch and tempted by the unspeakable acts committed by the other girls. He gives me the chance to think of this as a woman doing her work on me and the filthy fucker gets to stab his cock into my perfect little pussy – the tightness of which has been sufficient to make him cum 9 times out of 10 in the under 2 minute 'light weight' range of things. I didn't work the last 3 years since I joined this military academy at 20 to have some moronic male ruin my reputation.

However, the first 2 minutes is all that he needs to make life difficult for me (The accusation wouldn't stand, but the exposing of my little game would be quite unpleasant in that it might ruin my perfect record of good behavior. By completing your purchase, you agree to Audible's Conditions of Use and authorise Audible to charge your designated card or any other card on file. Our motivations, my love for the quality and thick and stiff edge of his horse cock, and his desire to stick it in what is probably the best pussy he (and most other men in existence) could ever hope to find, are less relevant that that we keep up the charade of our arrangement. The tool shed is on the westmost side of the compound next to the training gym where I have spent more than my fair share sitting on the exercise bikes and climbing the ropes under the instruction of our gym instructors.A nymphomaniac, recently arrived at an all girls psychiatric hospital has caused quite a stir among the patients. In an unprecedented turn of events, she is allowed to conduct an "art therapy" session in which she will be the model.

Trapped on the roof of an apartment building during a blizzard, Cassi and a teenage homeless girl have to do whatever it takes to stay warm. Danny's cheating boyfriend offers her a hallpass as reconciliation; who could she turn to but her closest friend? I wouldn’t presume to know any of the authors’ sexual orientations, but what I can say is that I don’t feel like these stories are written for lesbians.As much as I don't like to admit this, Harry understands our 'relationship' better than I give him credit for. It flashes over me like a tidal wave, pushing me backwards, the mushroom cloud of a nuclear explosion right all that remains in what was once a man's vision. The man, his name is Harry, I don't care to know his last name, is the gardener at the military academy where I, most importantly, am a person of great importance, Andrea Hen, Head of the School Council, perfect student with grades the envy of all, and perfect – perfectly beautiful, perfect in mind and body and perfect (plain old perfection nothing less than such).