Whitney Wes

Bending the Sitter Over Whitney Wes

She opened the bathroom door and began to walk through the bedroom to get downstairs as quickly as possible. She was stopped, however, by Bruce's hand on her arm. In one swift move, he had her bent over the side of the bed, her arms pinned above her head. He hesitated for a moment to listen to her breathing, and rather than saying no, she began to moan. "Oh, my God," she mumbled, her face buried in the bedspread. She could hear him fumbling with his pants and then the sound of his zipper. The cramps and desire immediately overcame her once again. He reached under her waist and easily unbuttoned her slacks. Slowly, he pulled them down, exposing her panty-covered delicious ass. Her panties were tight, straining against the pressure of her waist, and he grabbed the back band and yanked them down and ripped them off of her. She moaned in ecstasy, screaming out his name. "Slap my ass, Bruce," she groaned, "I've been a bad, bad girl." She heard his pants drop to the floor and he pressed his hot, hard cock against her and her head began to swim. She wanted and had to have him inside of her, she thought. WARNING - This book contains steamy romance scenes and is not suitable for all ages. GET YOUR COPY RIGHT NOW