ACDC-180 Degraded Husband
Degraded Husband
ACDC
ACDC-180
Anonymous
$3.95
FOREWORD
The tall, statuesque creature unhooked one garter and let the strap fly free. Then, she did the same with the other so that both stockings rested against her upper thigh free of constraints. Then, with one deft hand, she began unrolling one down, down, down. Then, she reached up and did the same with the other. Slowly, tauntingly.
As her luscious white thighs came into view, her bare smooth flanks, Ned had to get a grip on himself. This was the real thing. The blonde must have been putting him on. This couldn’t possibly be her husband. Or any man. It had to be a girlfriend, a sister, maybe a lesbian lover. But no man. No man could possibly have such sensual, electric thighs. Such endless, curving legs. He wanted to wrap them around him like two pythons and die in crushing ecstasy.
But his attention was diverted by the little blonde slut. She had found his bulge and she was pressing her hand hard into it.
The tall black-haired Amazon continued her little strip-tease. Ned watched. Watched and salivated.
Mandy lifted the rolled up stocking off the tip of her toe. She threw it out like a party streamer and let it float down to the carpet. Then, she drew her other leg up and kicked off her remaining high heel. It hit the ground with a thud as she stuck her long leg out of the slit of her gown.
Ned trained his eyes on her as she unhooked her garter belt from around her waist. It seemed to take forever. Those graceful hands. Those long, svelte legs. They had to belong to a woman.
“Ever see a set of legs like that?” Tyne cooed coyly, “on anybody?”
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