E-Read Erotica Reviews: A lot of books take you on a predictable arc, but this one goes places I never thought the series would go, and I love it…It is as readable as comfort food is edible. It’s funny, full of quips and one-liners, and then it turns around and gets nasty the next heartbeat…We also have a very Noir-like non-linear story here, with some jumping around, a great teaser to start, and plenty of scenes left to our imaginations. The jumping around in time works very well here… This is wonderful storytelling that keeps me interested, and hits the sexy notes perfectly…Humor and witty dialog add the icing to the cake, and this is another great installment to this offbeat and wonderfully sexy tale.
Junie was stretched across the bedcovers, her face between Melanie’s thighs. Her legs were spread, her fat pussy lips protruding between the perfectly round ass cheeks of her creamy bottom. Melanie’s knees were raised, her hands stroking Junie’s hair as her lover tongued and licked her pussy.
The door opened and a young woman, fully clothed, entered with a tray. She set it on the table next to the bed, smiled and left the room. A man sitting in a wing chair rose, walked to the table and poured a glass of wine. His right hand continued to stroke his cock as he stood, looking down at the bed and the two women deep in the throes of cunnilingus.
Junie rolled over to the side of the bed and motioned to him. He leaned over, smiling.
“Mr. Rapja, I wouldn’t want you to waste any of that tasty goo on a jerk-off,” she cooed. “Wouldn’t you rather fire that hot load inside me? After I make my girlfriend come?”
“Don’t worry ‘bout that. And it’s just ‘Rapja.’ You know, like rapture. And, baby, I do want to fuck your tight pussy!”
Junie reached up and pulled him down. She kissed him, smearing his face with Melanie’s juices, then pushed him away.
“What is it about you ladies?” Rapja said as Junie returned to Melanie, planting kisses on her freshly shaved Mound of Venus and her glistening, swollen labia. “I watch plenty of ladies fuck, but you two…”
Melanie, massaging her ample breasts with her hands and sounding very far away, answered. “It’s not an act.”
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