| Author: | CJ Edwards | ISBN: | 9781310188695 |
| Publisher: | Erotic Dreams | Publication: | March 18, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | CJ Edwards |
| ISBN: | 9781310188695 |
| Publisher: | Erotic Dreams |
| Publication: | March 18, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Sven had got his life on track. After a string of failed career attempts and a divorce, the middle-aged salesman finally found a way to combine his favourite activity with his business. He set up a fake adult film casting agency and the beautiful wannabe actresses of London began to flock to his door and drop their panties!
Extract:
This was the moment of truth. If they really were going to back out, it would be here! Of course she didn’t. Gwen stood up a little clumsily, dropped her small handbag on to the floor and slowly began to unbutton her blouse.
“Keep looking into the camera darling,” Sven coached her. “Think your very naughtiest thoughts at all times and communicate them to your viewers. Remember the sexiest thing that’s ever happened to you and replay it in your head.” Gwen let out a little giggle and bit the corner of her lip in a really horny schoolgirl sort of way that made Sven’s cock rebound in his pants. “That’s the idea,” he chuckled.
When the blouse was open, Gwen slipped it off her arms and Sven held his breath. Her body was every bit as good as he’d hoped. Her belly was completely flat, with the slightest hint of a six-pack and the pretty, lacy bra bulged with a good sized bosom. He estimated a 36B but he didn’t have to guess. “What’s your bra size darling?”
“Thirty six B.” Bingo! He was so good at this shit!
Sven had got his life on track. After a string of failed career attempts and a divorce, the middle-aged salesman finally found a way to combine his favourite activity with his business. He set up a fake adult film casting agency and the beautiful wannabe actresses of London began to flock to his door and drop their panties!
Extract:
This was the moment of truth. If they really were going to back out, it would be here! Of course she didn’t. Gwen stood up a little clumsily, dropped her small handbag on to the floor and slowly began to unbutton her blouse.
“Keep looking into the camera darling,” Sven coached her. “Think your very naughtiest thoughts at all times and communicate them to your viewers. Remember the sexiest thing that’s ever happened to you and replay it in your head.” Gwen let out a little giggle and bit the corner of her lip in a really horny schoolgirl sort of way that made Sven’s cock rebound in his pants. “That’s the idea,” he chuckled.
When the blouse was open, Gwen slipped it off her arms and Sven held his breath. Her body was every bit as good as he’d hoped. Her belly was completely flat, with the slightest hint of a six-pack and the pretty, lacy bra bulged with a good sized bosom. He estimated a 36B but he didn’t have to guess. “What’s your bra size darling?”
“Thirty six B.” Bingo! He was so good at this shit!
