Trail Of The Twisted Cros (2009) - Plot & Excerpts
“Enough sun now for you, honey?” She said her words with the soft Bahamian lilt as she rubbed lotion on the fleshy shoulders of the large pink man sprawled on his stomach atop a blanket, to protect him from the heat of the sand. He gurgled a response, soothed by the touch of her long, cocoa-colored fingers. She moved her fingers slowly down the curve of his spine, making him wriggle with a sensuous anticipation of the manner in which she earned her living. She let her hand rest lightly at the edge of his European-cut swimsuit, which looked ridiculous on him, showing as much as it did of the decades-long accumulation of beer and Southern cooking. Skillfully, she buried two fingers down below the cloth of his briefs, massaging his buttocks, slipping her hand down the cleft between his cheeks. He moaned, then turned over to reveal the tent that his male member had suddenly made of the material struggling to cover it.
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