“How would you like me?” she asks.Jenny grins and points to the floor in front of her. “Hands and knees,” she orders.Cassandra drops to her ha...ds and knees, facing away and smiling. Jenny crouches behind her, holding her huge cock in one hand, the other gripping Cassandra’s ass cheek. Cassandra’s eyes close and she sighs as Jenny’s cock slides into her pussy, the thick shaft spreading the walls of her pussy wide. More and more of her massive cock slips inside her until she is convinced the head. "Beautiful, isn't it?" Goncourt said, speaking softly as he came up besideLady Huysmans, then taking her by the elbow once more and leading her towardsit. "There is some craftsmanship there," she conceded, touching her hand to itspolished flank, lacquered nails resting lightly on the lacquered wood whichfelt warm, as if the beast breathed. She stroked her fingers back and forth,said, "Yes, there's no denying it's well made." He let her stroke the horse for a moment, then asked, "Would you like. "I stroked him some more."I've come to really like it a lot, Mick. I hope you do too." A lot? Did you go see old Mr Dixon again?" Yes, after you fucked me last time, I went to his place before I went home. And then he invited me there again yesterday." He called you and you just went over? Knowing why?" "Yep. Texted, but yep." So you must have really wanted his cock." I did. Last time, he just lay there and I climbed up onto him, slipped his cock into my ass and rode him until he came. It was. Craved more. My imagination was far too active to be satiated by penning manuals for software developers. It was stifling for someone who doesn’t just see the world, but feels it.So, I created a pseudonym and made an attempt at writing short love stories. Hot, short love stories. A few of them gained popularity on a local story site and I was approached by a publisher who encouraged me to spice it up. So I did. It was the kick I needed.The ensuing works were picked up and moderately successful..