Foreword
Seventeen, but she could pass for twenty-one. And Arthur Wrigley didn't much give a damn. She was the hottest thing he'd had in years, and he planned to keep her.
He watched her stretching out on the bed, her taut young nipples standing up on her breasts like two bullets, her cunt open and inviting. Her head was near the edge of the bed, and Arthur walked towards her, his erection jutting out in front of him. He stood over her wondering face for a moment, then he pushed the shaft of his rod toward her lips.
"Lick it, Baby," he commanded.
Her tongue flicked out, and he pushed the head of his tool closer to her lips, delighting in the sensations shooting through his loins as her tongue circled the throbbing meat.
"Oh, Baby, you do that good," he moaned. She raised her head slightly, licking his scrotum, her body twisting hungrily on the bed.