P-200 Night of the Sadist
Night of the Sadist
Parisian Press
P-200
Paul Laurie
$2.25
Night of the Sadist
Parisian Press
P-200
Paul Laurie
$2.25
Excerpt
“Why don’t you spend the night at my place?” he offered, and Tom accepted.
Cris’ apartment was a second-floor walk-up in an older building. It was nicely laid out, with high, old-fashioned ceilings and tasteful, expensive furnishings. They sipped a drink in the living room as Cris ran his hands over Tom’s thighs. Tom stared at the growing lump in Cris’ trousers and Cris took note of his hungry look.
“Take it out,” he urged, and Tom did so awkwardly.
Except for the head, the oversized organ—still only half hard—was a darker brown than the rest of Cris’ skin. As his rising excitement caused the crown to swell, it took on almost a blue- black sheen.
“Suck,” Cris whispered, placing his strong hand on the back of Tom’s neck.
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