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Cargando... Not Her Typepor Kay Jaybee
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When Jenny's regular delivery man, John, reveals that she has become the centre of his sexual dream world, Jenny's quiet existence is thrown into an arena of desire that she thought she'd long since abandoned. One unexpected, head-swimming romp later, and Jenny is left wondering if her courier will ever visit her again - and if he does, will he mention the hot sex they had on her living room floor that Tuesday afternoon, or will he pretend it didn't happen? When the following Tuesday arrives and John reappears on Jenny's doorstep, the scene is set for a continuation of intensely kinky weekly meetings. There's only one problem: John really isn't Jenny's type. For one thing, he's a man... No se han encontrado descripciones de biblioteca. |
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John is Jenny’s regular movie courier. Each Tuesday he brings the new and takes the old. After months of casual chitchat and even a quick cup of coffee, John reveals how he feels at home with someone he hasn’t even hugged. An innocent hug is all it takes to ignite a red hot lust between two opposites.
Oh.Em.Gee! This! This is my favorite story by Kay Jaybee so far. *fans self* Told from Jenny’s POV it’s well-written, smooth flowing, creative and hot. Oh, dear sweet Heaven, is it hot. Jenny and John are almost complete opposites in every way. And yet there is something that draws them together. Not just for hot sex though that is definitely a plus. As they explore their fantasies and feelings each week this story will have you drooling, so be sure to have a bib or better yet a towel handy. Why? Because a towel can be used to wipe moisture from other places besides a chin. Duh. I can see myself revisiting this story on a regular basis. *nods emphatically* Oh, yeah. (