Foreword
Ginger was a snappy broad who had an appetite for sex that could rarely be filled. Even so, she tried as hard as she could to get her meals the way she wanted them. To Ginger, that meant hot and hearty, and she rarely failed in her search.
Frank was one of the first who offered his prick up to Ginger, and he certainly never regretted it. It didn't take long for the two of them to get acquainted, and after the first words, it was cock-and-cunt, all the way.
Frank thought Ginger had a magical twat, and he was absolutely right. It was magical when it was filled with anyone's stiff, throbbing meat, because it returned the favor in full force.
But Ginger's taste didn't limit itself to Frank by any means. She caught sight of Mike, who, in a matter of minutes, had his strong arm wrapped around Ginger's waist and his fingers tickling at her flesh. The tingling she felt spread down to her pussy, and she wasn't a girl to deny the urge.
She had urges for all sorts of things and people. One of them included Bobby, the nine-year-old boy Ginger seduced in front of his friends. The sight of the pink little prick was too much for her, and she lost control.
George was another one of this wild woman's passionate flings, and he was pretty special. His flesh went wild when he was with her, and she could do nothing to stop him, not that she even wanted to try.
Her body moved from prick to prick, and every fulfillment of her hot desires only served to make her hotter. For Ginger, flesh fulfillment would never end.