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Eine Lieferung an Minderjährige ist nicht möglich
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I nearly faint as I peek through the crack in the door and see into the guest bedroom. I slap my back against the wall and stand frozen, a hand clasped tightly over my mouth to suppress the gasp. I never meant to invade his privacy, never meant to intrude, but there in the dim morning light, Tanner Johnson is on my guest bed, stark naked, masturbating. Tanner doesn't usually sleepover. But this time it was kind of different. It all started two days ago when he had a falling out with his parents. I gotta admit, I was kind of surprised when he showed up at my front door. But I guess he just felt…mehr

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Produktbeschreibung
I nearly faint as I peek through the crack in the door and see into the guest bedroom. I slap my back against the wall and stand frozen, a hand clasped tightly over my mouth to suppress the gasp. I never meant to invade his privacy, never meant to intrude, but there in the dim morning light, Tanner Johnson is on my guest bed, stark naked, masturbating. Tanner doesn't usually sleepover. But this time it was kind of different. It all started two days ago when he had a falling out with his parents. I gotta admit, I was kind of surprised when he showed up at my front door. But I guess he just felt like he could trust me. And so I told him it was okay to stay a few days, besides, it would give everyone time to cool off. Then maybe they could sit down and work things out. Even though I knew at the time he was really the last person I needed sleeping in the bedroom down the hall from me. I had no idea he was this BIG!


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Autorenporträt
Back in high school I was what you might call a tease. Sure, I gave my share of BJs and hand jobs, but rarely did I go all the way back in those days. It was more fun for me to seduce the boys, get them as hot and bothered as I could, just to watch them ache. I loved more than anything to watch their expressions when I wore a skirt and would leave my legs open, ever so slightly, exposing just a glint of panties. Or when one of my tits accidentally poked out of my shirt during gym class. More than anything, back in high school I loved watching their faces as I was yanking them off, that old familiar grimace stretched across their faces as they'd explode all over the back seat of my dad's car . . . I suppose that's what I love most about writing erotica--the thrill of knowing that people are getting off on the stories I have to tell. I hope you enjoy!

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