Short sex stories

Erotic fiction and short sex stories




Cherry Tart

Just so everyone knows, this story is a follow up to my first submission, "Coralee's Daddy." So, if you haven't read that one yet, please do! I didn't make this a formal series with chapters because I wanted each piece to have its own title. I'm a little weirdo about titles. Anyway, that's why I didn't call this story, "Coralee's Daddy: Chapter 2." A couple of notes and then I'll stop yammering. There is a lot of detail and character development in this story, so it might take a bit to get to the steamy parts...but the hot stuff does come, I promise. Also, this story is set in Mississippi in the late 1970's, so you'll notice all the references to eight track tapes and old (but awesome) rock bands and bad decor...and, keep in mind, the English isn't supposed to be proper. I tried to have fun with dialect and create a slow, Southern cadence. Hope you all enjoy the second part of Ginny and Emmett's hot little tryst, and thanks for reading :)

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Ginny pressed her warm temple up against the cool glass window of the truck. It wasn't quite full dark yet. Along the edge of tall trees behind the school, there were still traces of color in the sky, a faint smolder of amber and ashy violet. Late October had coaxed autumn away from the dry sprawl of Midwestern corn in the north, and laid it down soft into the green arms of Mississippi.

Like a drifter wandering slow into their little Southern town, autumn had brought with it a patchwork bag of tricks, turning every backyard into a quiet haven of crimson and gold. The evening dropped down its velvet cloak by six, making the whole town go sleepy and hushed in the early darkness. Dried, restless leaves shifted through the streets. They tumbled along wooden fences, lifting and falling in the corners of empty schoolyards and back alleyways.

Ginny sat there listening to the haunting cry of a train whistle in the distance. There were small, familiar groups of teenagers gathered together in little huddles around the school parking lot. Most were dressed in bell bottom jeans all frayed up dirty along the hems, their cozy sweaters pulled messy and half-hearted over worn out t-shirts branded with the name of one rock band or other. Kiss. AC/DC. Pink Floyd.

She'd known most of those kids all her life. She'd played tag and hopscotch with them on the playground when she was just a baby girl, and still, it felt like she was seeing them for the first time. They looked like schools of fish in a concrete pond, each little clan keeping separate from the next, though they shared the same rough waters.

The whole scene made Ginny glad to be sitting in a warm pickup truck with Annabelle Lane and Coralee Cooper. They were her two favorite fish. Over the summer, they'd become three little peas in a pod, a motley crew of sorts as they'd served up ice cream down at the Dairy Queen. Their unlikely friendship had been a true blessing for Ginny. She'd always been a shy-to-the-bone only child and a bit of a lone wolf, but slowly, with Belle and Cora egging her on, she was peeking a careful head up out of her shell.

Her two new friends couldn't have been more opposite, and that was just fine by Ginny. There was never a dull moment with either of them.

Belle had a dewy, flaxen beauty about her, like she was born to grace the cover of Seventeen Magazine. She had a face that made men stop in the street, their eyes glazing over with want and their mouths gone to watering, but all her cussing and dirty banter could easily put a drunken sailor to shame. In the summertime, she didn't think twice about traipsing down the back dirt roads in just a string and triangle two piece, with all the boys whistling and catcalling from the rolled down windows of their dirty old trucks. They would pant away like rabid dogs at the sight of that long, curved up body of hers, but Belle took it all in stride. She'd once told Ginny, as they'd sat lazing around eating Flavor Ice on her Mama's small front porch, "I swear, boys are so easy. Just give 'em some boobs to look at, and you can pretty much have 'em crawling on their bellies just itchin' to please you."

Coralee, on the other hand, was a wild-ass tomboy. She was a better shot than any beer guzzling man in town. Her thick, red-brown hair was forever in a mess of snarls and tangles, and her hazel eyes were always looking out for the next naughty bit of fun. She smoked Lucky Strikes like her Daddy and every night when she crawled into her unmade bed, Cora snuggled herself tight against a slobbering old hound named Cash. He was her one true love and she called him her boyfriend. Whenever Ginny dialed up Coralee to ask what she was doing, she'd always get the same response. "I'm just sittin' here with my boyfriend."

Earlier that night, Annabelle's older brother Robbie had gone out drinking with his dim-wit friend. They'd peeled out in Fletcher's bright red, Z28 Camaro and left Robbie's old truck behind. That'd been some good news, because after a round of teary-eyed begging and pleading, Annabelle had gotten her Mama to cave in and fork over Robbie's keys. They'd been allowed to take his pickup to the Friday night football game out at Boone High School.

It was a baby blue, 1972 Chevy, and even though it was only four years old, it'd already grown its fair share of chipped paint and rust. The tires were all caked up and crusted over with a thick layer of red dirt that could never be fully washed away, and both the front and back bumpers were a mess of dents and dings.

Ginny, Coralee and Annabelle sat inside on the truck's long vinyl bench, the three of them packed in tight like a trio of red-lipped sardines. Cora was perched in the middle and she kept leaning over to rummage around in a box of eight track tapes set on the floor near Ginny's feet.

"I wanna hear 'When the Levee Breaks.'" Cora tossed aside Barry Manilow and made a sour kind of face, wrinkling up her nose.

"Led Zeppelin? It's in there, bitch. Just look past your nose." Annabelle took a long drag off her Virginia Slim that was half burnt to the quick. Her pale blue eyes, all feathered with done-up black lashes, roamed over a mill of people climbing down from the metal bleachers. Ginny watched her exhale slow, a cloud of grey smoke collecting in front of her like a warm breath in February.

She was wearing Maybelline lipstick in a bright red shade called Cherry Tart. Before they'd walked out the door, Annabelle had reached over and slathered that harlot's balm onto Ginny's bee-stung mouth.

"That color looks so wicked on you, Ginny. It brings out your 'fuck me' lips." Annabelle had handed her a white tissue and told her to blot.

"My what?" Ginny had felt a small giggle rise up from her belly then.

"You got 'fuck me' lips. You know...the puffy kind that makes boys think you'd be good at suckin' cock."

"Oh my God, Belle! You are so crass. I swear it." Ginny had looked right into Belle's clear blue eyes and they'd both cut up laughing.

"And you ain't no fun..."

"How would you know? Maybe I am." Ginny's freckled up face had caught fire then and she'd felt like eating her words.

"Oh, really? Well, praise Jesus! Miss Ginny Goodman does think 'bout those things. Now I see you just a dirty little birdie like the rest of us." Annabelle had stood there with her arms crossed, egging Ginny on.

"Say it!"

"What?" Ginny had done her best to hold back a growing smile.

"Cock!" Annabelle had hollered it out all loud and proud, and it'd made little Ginny put a small hand over her full mouth, shaking her head back and forth.

"No way.."

She'd stood there in the middle of Annabelle's gypsy-flowered bedroom, remembering the smooth, heavy feel of Mr. Cooper's stiff part all swollen up big in her tiny palm, how she'd set about working him up and down eager as an otter. His cock.

"Say it!"

"No!"

"See...no fun at all." Annabelle had sighed like she was just plain bored. "Here." She'd pressed the silver tube of sultry red lipstick into Ginny's small hand. "Take it. And put it to good use."

"Really? You ain't gonna use it?"

Ginny had stood there tongue-tied and full of envy. Annabelle didn't have so much as a freckle on her heart shaped face, and she filled out her snug little t-shirt something like a Playboy centerfold. She'd watched Belle run a blue Goody brush through her straight, raffia colored hair, leaning in close to the gold framed mirror above her cluttered up dresser to get a good long look at herself. She had skin like a cover girl, and even with summer being almost two months gone, she still glowed sweet and sun-kissed.

"I got so many I think I can spare it. Besides...I stole it from Clement's Drugs, so I ain't out a dime, dirty birdie."

"I ain't no dirty birdie. Why you keep sayin' that?"

Ginny had felt her baby soft face go hot as a tea kettle as she stood there thinking on Coralee's Daddy and the deep stroke of his tongue, circling warm and steady against her most tender place. He'd seemed downright famished for that soft, swollen up girl part of hers. He'd given her slippery little cleft nothing but ceaseless attention from the moment he'd pulled her white cotton underpants down her slim legs, like he just plain couldn't get his fill.

It'd been a month since that night on the Coopers' big plaid couch, but still, she lay in bed every night, thinking on his hot mouth licking at all that damp honey between her legs. The memory of it always made her nothing but restless, and she would toss and turn and pull a pillow over her head in frustration.

"I can see it in your eyes, Jezebel. You thinkin' dirty thoughts right now, even as we speak." Belle had given her a naughty little smile, like a cat that's just ate the family bird. She might as well have had feathers strewn all around her.

"You a real piece of work, Annabelle Lane." Ginny had turned away from her sassy friend, keeping her tongue in check, her little palm holding fast to that tube of red lipstick.

As they sat there in the dusky parking lot, Ginny remembered that silver tube labeled Cherry Tart, and she felt around for it in the pocket of her red hooded sweatshirt. It was still there, warm now against her fingers.

Coralee pulled out a black, eight track tape from Robbie's box and held it up high. "Hot damn! I found it, ladies."

She fed it to the open mouth on the truck's dashboard and pushed play.

"Put on Black Dog. I like that one best." Annabelle said it like she was queen bee, lighting up another long cigarette with her pink Bic.

"Keep your panties on...it's the first track." Cora rolled her eyes at Belle and they sat there listening until Robert Plant belted out 'Hey, hey Mama...'

"Oh my God, look!" Cora suddenly pointed to a square, shiny something tucked halfway under Robbie's cardboard box all filled to the brim with brightly colored eight tracks, empty beer cans and one filthy looking white t-shirt.

"Looks like Robbie's gettin' laid good in this truck." Coralee reached down, grabbing hold of that little gold package, waving it in front of Ginny's big dark eyes. "It's a rubber!"

Annabelle made a little gagging sound at the back of her throat like she was about to wretch.

"Fucking gross. I can't even think on my brother's little pecker burrowed up inside some backwoods floozy. But, I guess it must be that mustache he's growin'. Porn style facial hair makes all the chicks come a runnin', don't you know it? It's like a regular old fuck magnet."

There was more than just a hint of disgust in Annabelle's tone, and Ginny found herself near doubled over in a fit of laughter. Belle reached across Cora and passed little Ginny the rest of her cigarette. She obliged, taking it from between Belle's long, painted fingers. Ginny took in a deep puff, bringing down a sear of heat and menthol into her lungs.

"What you got against facial hair, Annabelle? You don't like all that redneck scruff?" Cora looked over at Ginny then like they had a private joke passing between them.

"Yeah...what's wrong with a little fur?" Ginny said it without thinking and Cora and Belle busted up then.

"Fur? What the hell, Ginny? Sounds like you talkin' 'bout some other place. Somewhere south." Cora gave her a little shove on the shoulder and Ginny turned redder than the leaves falling outside her window.

"What? That's what my Mama calls it. You know...beards and stuff." Ginny gave them both a bashful smile, shrugging her shoulders up and down.

"Your Mama's a weird lady." Coralee made a little snort and Annabelle made a bad little face.

"I swear...you two whores act like you're eight instead of eighteen."

"That's right, Bell 'cause you so ladylike and grown." Cora smiled big and put her Converse clad feet up on the truck's dashboard, snatching at the cigarette that Ginny passed over to her.

"Whatever. I don't care what ya'll call it. Kissin' a guy with facial hair is like makin' out with your Daddy. Barf."

Ginny suddenly felt like she'd just taken a round of buckshot to the chest. Like a frightened little bird gone still at open season, Ginny went silent with a deep sense of shame. Though they couldn't possibly know the secret hidden up under her wings, Ginny felt nothing but all tangled up inside. She thought of Emmett's scruff on her bare belly as he'd kissed her there, like brambles dragging slow across her warm skin. It had felt wonderful, something just short of heaven.

"My Daddy don't have no porn 'stache, Annabelle."

"I ain't talkin' 'bout your Daddy, bitch."

"You better not be. 'Cause I might have to smack you silly. And let's get out of here. It's cold as hell. You stayin' over at my house tonight, Ginny? My Daddy's just carvin' up pumpkins with Travis so he ain't gonna pay us no mind. They got a scary movie marathon goin' on for Halloween, and I got some beers hidden up under my bed too." Cora gave Ginny a knowing little smile.

"Golly gee...pumpkin carvin' and spooky movies and skunky beer? Well, if you throw out bait like that Coralee, Ginny sure ain't gonna be able to resist it." Annabelle set about teasing Cora something terrible then, but Ginny could tell she was jealous. She couldn't stay over on account of having to bring Robbie's truck home safe and sound.

"Yeah, I guess I could stay..." Ginny ran her finger along the ragged, bitten down quick of her thumbnail, her belly already a mess of a thousand butterflies at the thought of his red-brown hair and sturdy arms, and more than anything, those big hands of his rubbing soft and teasing down between her legs.

Before she could think on it further Ginny looked over at Cora and then out at the white face of the moon, hiding away behind red and gold leaves.

"So, your Daddy's gonna be carvin' up pumpkins?" Ginny felt her heart going like a runaway train against her ribs. She could feel the throb of it behind her eyes.

"Uh-huh." Cora reached down and started rummaging through Robbie's big box again, pulling out Black Sabbath for the ride home. They'd listen to the dark, heavy pulse of 'Iron Man' while Robbie's truck flew past endless fields of dried brown sunflowers with their big, bald heads all tipped down heavy in defeat. The long rows of barren cotton would slip by the truck's open windows like an old, dark movie playing on a reel. Now and then, the red glow of their flicked ashes would drift out into the cool night air.

"My Mama usually carves up the pumpkins, but she's workin' down at Ruby's tonight. She ain't gonna be home 'till mornin'"

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"Hey, Mighty Mouse what I just tell you? Quit jumpin' on the couch. You gonna crack your head open on that table." Emmett looked over at his six-year-old son Travis. He was dressed in the makeshift Halloween costume that Lucy hadn't quite finished sewing together yet. Right then, it was just a pair of mouse ears covered over in black felt, a crooked red cape, and an old yellow t-shirt that his wife had stitched up with the letters MM in a bright madras plaid. "You wanna spend Halloween gettin' stitched up at the hospital?"

"Daddy, I ain't gonna need no stitchin' up. You just tryin' to scare me some...but it ain't gonna work 'cause I know better."

Travis was lit up good with a raging sugar buzz. He kept picking through the big red candy bowl on the counter while Emmett turned a blind eye. Lucy had set that bowl out a day or two early, and he could see now that it'd been a mistake to let Travis's little hands have free reign over all that chocolate. He was flying around, busy as a big old bumble bee, jumping from chair to couch, then down to their marred up wooden floors again, flipping his little red cape all the while.

"You gonna be real scared if I have to come over there and get you down." Emmett stood there leaning in the archway between the front room and their little kitchen. He gave his baby boy a narrow-eyed smirk and Travis narrowed his big eyes right back.

He was getting sassier by the day, Wesley and Coralee filling his head with cuss words and teenage slang. Sometimes, Emmett felt a deeper kind of love for Travis. It was different than the one he had for his two older children. When his eyes rested on that mess of red-brown hair, just the same shade as his own, an ache went all through his heart. Emmett would look at his son's wiry little frame, his pigeon chest and jutting ribs, and he couldn't help but feel a deep sense of shame that they'd even thought on ending Lucy's pregnancy six years back.

The two of them had been getting off on the next exit to Splitsville when they'd found out that Travis was on board. They'd been dirt broke and at each other's throats on account of Emmett busting up his arm while logging pine trees. Lucy had always hated him doing that kind of dangerous work, and time and again she'd begged him to quit. After he'd lost his job cutting timber the thought of her having another child had left them both feeling scared and hopeless.

At the last minute, as they'd sat in the clinic's sterile, green and white lobby, Emmett had been the one to put his foot down. There would be no abortion and no divorce.

"We can work it out. You just gotta trust me. I know I ain't the easiest man to live with, but you gotta trust me. You think you can do that?"

Lucy had looked over at Emmett then, shaking her head up and down, her blue eyes brimming with wet salt. He'd never forgotten the shade of relief that'd come over her tired face then, or the childlike vulnerability in her. Travis had been the thing to bring them back together for a time. He'd been their blue-eyed, strong-limbed miracle.

"Get in here and make your faces on these pumpkins so I can carve 'em up. I'm gonna be an old man 'fore you get to these jack o' lanterns."

"You already an old man..." Travis reached up and straightened his mouse ears, giving his Daddy a wide open smile, all big and beautiful as the Montana sky.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah...but you still got muscles. I got 'em too, 'cause I'm your boy, right? Mine's just hidin' till I'm grown. That's what Mama says."

"Well, your Mama's a pretty smart chickadee, so she should know. Come on now...let's get these pumpkins started. It's gettin' late."

Travis sauntered on up to his Daddy with a reluctant face on him then. His smooth cheeks were all flushed up red from running around like a wild squirrel all night, and he had the sugary scent of little boy sweat coming off him. It was the smell of a child who's been content to run free and cause mischief for hours.

"Where's Mama?" He looked up at Emmett's stout arms, crossed loose over the front of his green, worn out t-shirt.

"Workin'"

"Where's Wesley?"

"Probably smokin' cigarettes and kissin' girls over at Billy's house." Emmett said it just to make him smile.

"He's kissin' girls?" Travis's face lit up like a bulb.

"No doubt."

"Well, where's Coralee? Is she kissin' boys?" Travis followed Emmett into their small kitchen, all papered over with gold, green and brown flowers. There were pictures of black witches and white ghosts taped onto the double hung windows at the side of the house and above the sink.
"She better not be. Or I'm gonna have to get out the shotgun." Emmett watched another toothy smile bloom up on his son's face and it brought him nothing but pleasure.

He almost never got to spend time alone with Travis. Mornings were always a rush of bleary eyes and spilled milk, and nights were spent in chaos, with everyone talking at the same time around the dinner table and running in different directions afterwards. Emmett's hazel eyes would grow heavy when he finally did get to sit down in front of the TV at nine or ten, and by that time, Lucy had already put Travis to bed.

"Really, Daddy...where's Cora?" Travis grew serious as a schoolmarm then. He loved his big sister something fierce.

"She's up at the High School watchin' a football game. She's all right little brother. I promise you." Emmett opened up their gold refrigerator and pulled out a cold bottle of Budweiser. He looked down to find a pair of brown, soulful eyes gazing up at him all hopeful and hungry. Cash, Cora's big old hound licked his chops and wagged his tail and Emmett dug through the meat drawer, pulling out their last slice of salami, tossing it over. Old Cash made a clean catch, sniffing around for more.

"So, it's just me and you, then?" Travis's little brows flew up like he was all full of piss and vinegar.

"Yeah, I reckon you stuck with me until the other clowns get home."

Travis took up a black Crayola marker that was lying on their Formica kitchen table all covered over with newspaper. He started drawing a jagged, toothy grin on the biggest of the three jack o'lanterns.

"It's all right. You let me do a lotta stuff Mama don't. I like it."

"Yeah, well that's part of my job as a Daddy. I mow the lawn, and kill the spiders, and let you do all the stuff your Mama tells you not to. And don't you dare tell her I said that, neither." Emmett took down a long swallow of beer, not even sure then if little Travis was still paying attention.

Emmett thought on Lucy and the knock-down-drag-out they'd had at the beginning of the week. He'd stopped at Barleycorn's to have a beer with Russell after work, and had come home stumbling drunk. The next morning, after the kids had gone to school, Lucy had let him have it. She'd stood there looking at him with her arms folded up tight over that ample rack, the one he hadn't laid a hand on in four months. He'd just stood there silent, pleading the fifth as he stirred a heap of sugar into his mug of strong black coffee.

"I can't believe you went up to that strip joint when I asked you to have the truck back by six. I told you I needed to haul that shit up to Wesley's school before teacher conferences. I guess that just don't matter to you, huh? I guess you'd rather shove dollar bills into them dirty crotches up at Shooter's."

She'd been lit up to burning, her eyes like the bluest part of a flame, and even as she'd gotten right into his face with all that yelling, making his head throb like a grenade had gone off inside, he'd wanted to bend her over their kitchen table and give her the cock she'd always loved. He'd wanted to fuck her deep and hard until she pushed him down on the cool linoleum and slid onto his lap, riding him smooth and steady, those bare, melon-full breasts of hers, still firm and high at thirty-eight, bouncing soft and beautiful above him in the morning light. He'd always loved fucking in the kitchen after the kids went to school. There was something truly illicit about the possibility of getting caught with your pants down.

"I didn't go to no strip club. And if I did, what'd be your damage? You ain't touched me in four months, woman." He'd finally said it. The cat was out of the bag. He'd sat there rubbing at his glassy red eyes, trying to clear some of that liquor away.

"You shit. I told you I needed some time. That's all I asked...after all the bullshit you put me through the past five years. The drinking and the motorcycle, the quittin' jobs just 'cause you can't have someone tellin' you what to do...not even the smallest little thing, like bringing home that fuckin' truck when I ask you to? And that job cuttin' trees? I ain't even gonna get into that."

"I ain't never cheated on you...not once in twenty years..."

"I never said you did..."

"I coulda..." Emmett had spat that snake venom out at her like he was breathing fire.

He'd wanted Lucy to know then. He'd wanted to tell her that Lanky Lila Ross, with those mile long legs starting at her neck, had come on to him strong up at Barleycorn's as he and Russell had sat drinking shots of whisky chased with cold beer. They'd been listening to John Lee Hooker spilling out from an old jukebox in the corner when she'd sauntered on up to him, her green eyes all full of sex and mischief.

He'd wanted to tell his wife just how he'd danced with Lila, how he'd pressed his hot, aching body close against hers and they'd swayed together, their hips drawn up tight so she could feel the ample nudge of his erection. She must have had five inches on him in those tall, red high heels, and she'd leaned down close against his ear.

"Let me take you home, Emmett Cooper. I need me a rough-and-tumble man tonight. I wanna feel these big hands all over me."

She'd kissed soft at his grease-stained fingers, putting one right into her warm, wet mouth, and like a fool, Emmett had pulled away from her.

"Really, now? You coulda, huh?" Lucy had narrowed up her big blue eyes and he'd watched the tawny points of her nipples peeking out at him through thin white cotton. They'd looked like two tiny sparrow beaks just singing his name.

"Yeah, you think Lila Ross ain't willing to take all of me inside...every last bit? You think she ain't itching for what I got to give?"

Emmett had seen a wounded look come up in his wife's eyes then, and he'd been pleased as punch with all that. She'd been the one pushing him away those last few months. She'd been the one working out nights just to keep her distance, the one who'd been keeping her mouth buttoned up tight when all he'd wanted were some answers.

"You go on and fuck Lila Ross, Emmett. You see if I care a bit about that red-headed floozy in her blue jean mini-skirt."

"I don't wanna fuck Lila Ross, Lucy. I wanna fuck my wife... and want my wife...to wanna fuck me!"

Emmett had turned sober all at once, and he'd gone to scratching at his beard in frustration. Little Ginny Goodman had come drifting into his head then. That little pink pussy of hers laying open and beautiful beneath him, like all he'd had to do was tell her how pretty she was just one more time and he could've made his way inside all that virgin warmth. Her small, young body had been nothing but willing and ready for his. It'd been so easy, so downright opposite of all the torment that Lucy was dragging him through.

"I wanna fuck my wife..." Emmett had reached over to her, his cock a straight, hard line in his old blue jeans. He'd realized then, it was the image of his daughter's freckled up teenage friend that had put him in such an eager state, but he'd pushed that notion aside, looking down into Lucy's bright, suddenly welcome eyes.

With the yellow haze of autumn sun drifting in lazy through the windows, he'd pulled that white tank top over her head of thick, sandy colored hair. Emmett had leaned in and put her honey brown nipples in his hungry mouth one at a time, sucking at them soft as she'd pulled loose his old leather belt with quick, skilled hands.

She'd lay all of her curves down on the shaggy kitchen rug rolled out in front of the sink, and Emmett had been panting like a hound when he'd kneeled down between her open legs and eased that long, stiff shaft of his right up to the hilt. Her naughty smile had faded and she'd tilted her head back at the familiar, almost too big feel of him inside of her again. Emmett had watched her face go to melted butter as he'd grabbed onto her legs and driven himself quick and smooth up into her throat. As he'd moved her, it'd felt like he was suddenly back home after a long stay in a foreign land.

"Come here baby...come here." Lucy had pulled him down to her and he'd buried himself deep inside the body he loved, the one that had given him three children. He'd kissed her all desperate and hungry like a teenager, dipping his head so he could suck at those pinup-girl breasts of hers.

She'd come before he had, the tip of her tongue darting into his mouth as she took all of him in, that long shaft of his rubbing steady against her sweetest spot. She'd rose up, knowing like the back of her hand just how to guide him, and after working her hips against his just a while longer she'd given him a long, humming sound of pleasure near his ear when she came.

"Sooooo gooood...my God..." She'd let out a throaty little laugh and slipped her hands down to his firm, narrow behind, giving it a playful squeeze.

"God damn, woman...you burnin' me up with all that."

She'd given him a familiar smile all filled up with content and satisfaction. "Come on now, baby..."

Emmett had reached down and slid one hand under her curved up behind, grabbing hold, his lean hips working like mad, and just when he was at the edge, before he'd emptied himself out inside of her, he'd closed his eyes and it damn sure wasn't Lucy's face he'd seen. Instead, there'd been a splash of freckles there, a ripe mouth with a full bottom lip, and those big brown eyes looking up at him like he was a flutter of shooting stars across the sky, something rare and beautiful to see.

While he rinsed the pumpkin guts off his big, rough hands, Emmett stood at their yellow kitchen sink, still thinking on Lucy and how they were back to being strangers again.

Through the big picture window, Travis caught the slow trace of headlights moving up their little dirt drive, and he jumped off his seat quick as fox, his strong little legs pumping fast as he headed for the front door.

"Cora's back!"

Emmett heard the rattle of keys hitting against the metal screen door, and then the soft lilt of young girls giggling all silly. He didn't turn around at first. He just stood there cleaning up a mess like it was any other night, an open bottle of beer sitting next to him on the kitchen counter. It wasn't until he heard Travis's small voice asking her name that he was struck silent.

"Hey, who're you?"

"I'm Ginny. Who're you?"

"I'm Travis...Cora's baby brother."

Her eyes wandered into the kitchen, going right to Emmett's bare feet on the gold linoleum, at his narrow behind in those old blue jeans, and that brown leather belt done up loose on his hips.

Emmett felt his heart pounding like a drum inside his chest. There she was, standing shy and quiet as he walked over slow to that archway leading into their small front room. He looked at her cheeks all freckled up beautiful, her bee-stung mouth painted red as a summer cherry. She wore a fitted little zip up sweatshirt that was near the same color as her lips and a pair of wide-bottomed Levi's that fit snug across her firm little behind.

"Ginny's gonna stay over, Daddy. I don't feel like drivin' her home, all right?"

His whip-smart daughter didn't have a clue what she was asking. Before she'd even posed the question his answer had been nothing but 'yes, indeed.'

"All right...long as someone knows where you are." Emmett snaked a big hand under the short sleeve of his green t-shirt, rubbing at the sturdy muscle there, his body all full of sparks. He reached up and ran a big, restless hand over the mess of thick scruff on his face, not knowing quite what to do with himself. He'd never felt so stirred up inside, so eager and awkward all at the same time.

"My Mama knows." Ginny dared to let her eyes touch his for a moment, and in that small fleck of time, the weight of their secret had become something sweet and delicious, something they could both taste but in very different ways.

"All right, then." Emmett looked down at his bare feet and then back up to her pretty face. He was having the worst time keeping his eyes away.

"Daddy, we're eighteen... not twelve. By rights, we don't even gotta tell you where we are if we don't want to. 'Cause we're adults now..." Coralee had to keep herself from laughing as he narrowed up his eyes at her and pulled his brows in close together.

"Oh yeah, well I say you still ain't too old for the belt. Ten licks for the sassy mouth, and ten more just 'cause I feel like it."

"He never hit us...not even once." Cora smiled over at Ginny then. "He's a pacifist. He won't even go huntin'"

"Don't listen to that. I beat all their asses." Emmett reached over and put both of his big hands over Travis's ears.

"What's all these on your nose?" Travis pointed to his own cute-as-a-button snout then, drawing little dots on his skin with the tip of his finger, and it took Ginny a moment to realize that he was mimicking her mess of brown freckles.

"Travis! Don't be a rude little wanker..." Cora gave Travis a quick tap on the head.

"Hey, what kinda talk is that Miss snot nose? And thank you...for teachin' him another word I gotta explain to the people down at the kindergarten."

Ginny felt her cheeks go hot and she scolded Coralee then. "Cora...don't be so mean. Are you talkin' 'bout my freckles, Travis?"

Ginny touched her own little nose, not daring to look over at Emmett's deep hazel eyes. She thought of the thing he'd whispered to her just before they'd started up kissing on that plaid couch. "I love these freckles." His hands had smelled like cigarette smoke and pine trees when he'd touched her nose all soft and playful.

"You got a bunch of 'em. I like it." Travis smiled up at her like he was falling in love.

"Like father, like son..." Emmett thought to himself as he looked on at little Ginny. Those cherry red lips of hers were calling his name, making him hungry for all the ripe, sweet things she had hidden under those plain boyish clothes. As Cora and Ginny made their way up that small flight of stairs with Travis and Cash in tow, Emmett took down another long swig of beer, deciding then that he would finish off the bottle, and after that was done, he was going to crack open another one and maybe take himself a much-needed cold shower.

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Emmett was sitting outside on the screened-in porch, smoking. It was coming up on three in the morning and the house was filled with a dark, lazy quiet. It wasn't quite cold enough to see his warm breath hovering in the air, or for there to be a skiff of grey frost covering his lawn at daybreak, but he'd still had to slip on a thick, plaid flannel before he'd headed out the back screen door.

He'd built that little porch himself almost ten years back, when Coralee and Wesley were just about Travis's age. He'd told Lucy it was for the family, but really, it'd become his own sanctuary, a place that sheltered him from all the noise inside.

Built just off their tiny kitchen, Emmett often sat out there during the summer months, smoking Lucky Strikes and listening to Lucy and Cora talk while they scrubbed pots and pans after dinner.

It had turned into a clear night with a sky full of dainty white stars, the air so clean and sharp it near stung him when he took in a breath. He was surprised to hear that his small, leaf-riddled backyard still had the company of a few straggling crickets. It seemed the last hearty lot of them had braved the cold, and they were singing out their high pitched song, reminiscing about summer, not quite ready to raise the white flag yet.

Emmett sat there in an old wicker chair as he drank down the last few swallows of his third beer, the tip of his lit cigarette looking like a red firefly in the darkness.

He didn't want to admit it to himself, but he'd been waiting on her. Though she was nothing but a timid little fawn, he kept thinking she might make her way down those stairs. So far, he hadn't heard a peep, and he wouldn't dare wake her or poke his head into Coralee's bedroom. He had enough sense not to follow his cock's eager lead on that notion, but still, he knew that she was fascinated by him to no end. He'd felt the spark of it earlier when her big eyes had touched his.

He thought back on the past month, how he'd been filled to the brim with his own fascination over what had happened between them on that couch. While he'd worked all day replacing brake pads and changing oil, he'd pictured all the ways he would fuck her. He'd imagined laying her down on the bench in his truck, easing the whole, smooth length of his cock inside of that sweet, close warmth between her girlish legs. He'd imagined pumping himself inside of her small body as he held her up against the yellow tiled wall in their shower, the warm, soapy water running gentle over those high little breasts.

He'd been thinking on little Ginny at night, as he lay awake looking up at the ceiling, his sleeping wife far away in dreams beside him. He'd been thinking on her during the day, as he drove his old pickup home from work, nursing a cigarette in the orange glow of late afternoon sun that hit him steady in his eyes. He was a forty-two-year-old man all done up in knots over an eighteen-year-old girl. It was a shameful kind of predicament, one he'd never pictured being caught up in.

When he finally stood up and stubbed out his cigarette, he had all intentions of letting the whole mess go, of climbing into his empty bed and falling into a good long sleep.

As he gathered up his lighter and his two empty bottles of beer, Emmett heard water running in the kitchen sink. He figured it must be little Travis. Lately, his baby boy had made a habit of wandering around their house in the middle of the night, all thirsty and half-asleep as he rubbed a mess of cloudy dreams from his eyes.

When Emmett opened up the screen door with a gentle, wooden creak, he found her standing there, filling up Lucy's green flowered coffee mug with water from the tap. He stopped in his tracks, completely taken off guard then. He could see how bashful she was. She couldn't look him in the eyes, and Emmett swallowed hard.

Ginny just stood there watching the knot in his throat rise and fall.

"We charge by the glassful in this house, pretty girl." Emmett nodded toward her cup of water, hoping to smooth out the tension before she scampered away from him like a spooked little hare.

"I was just thirsty..." She felt like she needed to explain, he could tell, and the sweet shyness he loved was written on her from head to toe.

"I do believe that's mine..." Emmett pointed to the old blue t-shirt she was swimming around in. It had Lipman's Auto Repair written out in white letters near her left shoulder, and his name was printed just underneath.

"I know. Cora gave it to me. I didn't bring nothin' to sleep in." Ginny watched him standing there in the doorway. He took a few steps into the small, cozy kitchen and she felt a warm ache bloom up where her legs met as he pulled off his heavy plaid shirt. It was printed in large, red and black squares, like all the men in town wore for hunting, and she watched as he ran a big hand over his reddish beard.

"I reckon I'm gonna have to charge you rent on that." He gave her a playful smile, his whole lean body gone awake and attentive.

Ginny looked down at her small bare feet on the cold linoleum floor, they were turned in a bit, hesitant. She could still feel the smooth, velvety stain of that red lipstick on her mouth. She'd forgotten to wipe it off. She touched the thin cotton of his old t-shirt, soft as a puppy's nose from being washed so many times, and she looked up at him then with searching eyes.

"Do you want it back?"

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"It's gettin' cold out there, ain't it?" Emmett smoothed back his mess of thick auburn hair, feeling like a crocodile had hold of his tongue. He'd never been one to blush easily, but he felt a dull heat come up in his face then.
"It was real cold at the game tonight. That's why we mostly just stayed in the truck...talkin'." Ginny shrugged, her eyes moving over the sturdy line of his shoulders in his worn out green t-shirt.

"And smokin'..." Emmett could feel that strange, warm attraction hovering between them. It was like the sweet hum of dragonfly wings fluttering all through the air.

"Maybe..." She gave him her big brown eyes then, that bittersweet, dark chocolate gaze.

"You cold? You got all them goosebumps on you." He couldn't keep his eyes from settling on the gauzy little points of her nipples. They were peeking out at him through that thin blue t-shirt, the one he'd worn to work at least a hundred times.

"A little." Unlike Annabelle, Ginny wasn't at all practiced up in the art of flirtation, so she just stood there quiet, waiting for him to guide her. "I forgot my sweatshirt."

Those big willing eyes of hers told him everything he needed to know, and Emmett just plain wanted to eat her with a spoon then. He wanted to get her someplace warm and private where little Travis wouldn't happen upon them if he got to roaming again.

"I reckon we got a spare in the mud room. Come on, you look cold as a little penguin."

Emmett heard the eager hitch in his own deep voice and all that yearning seemed to plant a little seed of curiosity inside her. She took a small step toward him, and then stopped in her tracks.

"Come on...I ain't gonna bite you sweetheart."

Emmett gave her a sugary smile and Ginny watched the deep lines on his palm, the thick knuckles and stout, brawny fingers as he held his big hand out to her.

"I know you ain't gonna bite me. I remember."

He looked up at her pretty freckled face, expecting her to give him a giddy, young-girl kind of smile then, but she didn't. She just looked on at his starving eyes with her face all soft and knowing, and almost at once, he felt the throbbing warmth of a full erection come up on him, like he was nothing but a wild, young buck again.

"Yeah, I reckon you would remember that." He watched her hesitate, until finally, she slipped her little paw inside of his.

Ginny found herself following behind him like a duckling, her dark eyes resting on that thick mess of hair covering the sinew of his forearm like reddish grass. She wanted to touch it, and she imagined the wiry, grown-man feel of it rolling under her fingers. She watched his lean hips and his small behind in those old blue jeans. She took all of him in then, so she could remember his sharp angles and straight lines when she lay in bed at night. As they walked, she listened to their bare feet making a hushed, whispery sound on the old wood floors.

"It gets warm as toast in here with that dryer goin'."

Emmett led her into the tiny laundry room just off the kitchen. It was dim, with a dull white cast of moon coating the warm space like spilled milk. The thick light came in creamy smooth through two double-hung windows above the small washer and dryer. An iron sat propped up on its tail, the long cord hanging down from a rusted up ironing board covered over in blue and white gingham.

Ginny felt a little knot of guilt tighten up in her belly. A laundry room always belonged to the lady of the house, and that meant Ginny was trespassing. She was making her way into someone else's makeshift palace, holding the big hand of someone else's prince, and she didn't quite know how to feel about that.

"It's a wreck in here..." Emmett reached over and pulled down two wicker baskets of clean clothes set on top of the dryer. He hadn't let go of her tiny hand yet, and truth be told, it was out of fear that she would scamper back upstairs to the cozy haven of his daughter's bedroom again.

"Let's get you warmed up, pretty girl. Sit your little bottom up here."

Without giving her a lick of warning Emmett slipped his big hands under her firm little behind. He grabbed her up like she was nothing but a loose feather, and Ginny took in a sharp breath, her lean, strong legs moving up around his narrow hips by instinct, her arms lacing together at the back of his neck.

She felt a warm, slippery wetness down between her legs, a swollen ache where that part of her was pressed up tight against his belly. He set her down gentle on the dryer's smooth metal lid, and it was warm on her bare legs as the clothes and towels tumbled around just below her.

"That warm you up a bit?" Emmett still hadn't let go of her yet. He was having a hard time keeping his hands away. They still rested at the slight curve of her waist, his thumbs rubbing soft against her belly through the thin cotton of his blue shirt.

"Yeah. I like it."

He got all jumbled up inside when he looked down at those slim, coltish legs of hers hanging over the side of his wife's dryer. He had an image of Lucy then on her hands and knees, reaching inside that metal tumbler as she looked for a missing sock or a pair of little underpants eaten up by static. He thought of the deep sway of his wife's lower back dipping into that rounded behind of hers. Emmett had always loved the way she looked down on all fours. When they'd first gotten married, it'd been like a dirty dream come true every time she did the laundry. Now, there was a wisp of a girl sitting there in Lucy's place, waiting on him as he pulled away from her, remembering that the door to the laundry room was still opened up wide behind them.

"Don't you run away now..." Emmett gave her a shit-eating grin with all his big white teeth shining in the moonlight, and it made Ginny hold back a shy giggle.

"Where would I go?" She sat there, turning her bare feet in toward each other so her toes touched. There was a whole mess of butterflies floating through her belly, and she looked behind her, out into the Coopers' quiet backyard.

Up and down the block, square windows along the backs of each white-sided house had gone dark and vacant. While their neighborhood slept, a teasing wind pulled at the red leaves of every old maple. Somewhere not far off, a dog barked at the moon and Ginny sat listening to that lonely sound.

She thought of all those girls in the school parking lot earlier. After the game, they'd probably gathered down friends' basements or sat around the flicker of bonfires, getting liquored up on cheap beer or Boone's Farm wine. Most of them were probably passed out in their beds right then, or maybe they were still awake, chucking down a mess of greasy food that Cora's Mama served them up at Ruby's Diner. Either way, she doubted any one of them was sitting on top of a warm dryer, waiting patient for their best friend's Daddy to pull their little panties down and bury his hot tongue up inside their little cleft. It was a strange notion, indeed.

Emmett closed the laundry room door tight against its frame, reaching up to a shelf just above his head, searching around for his spare key. Ginny watched him slip it into the gold knob on the paint-chipped door. She watched the turn of his wrist when he locked it, her heart pounding all the while.

"Don't let me forget where I put it." Emmett turned to his daughter's little friend then with a sinking belly and a stiff cock. He tucked that jagged key into the back pocket of his old Levi's and walked over to her slow.

"Why would you forget?" Ginny could feel the sweet pulse of blood going all through her veins, moving faster when he came up close.

"Why? Why?..." Emmett gave her flat little belly a quick tickle with his big hands and she writhed away from him like a baby squirrel. "It's those red lips...they make it so I forget my own name. It's like I barely know what to do with myself just lookin' at you."

All that sweet talk made Ginny feel like a big golden sun was rising up inside of her, warming her from head to toe.

"I don't know 'bout all that..." Ginny looked down at her hands with a little shadow of doubt on her face. Though she loved hearing it, she was having a hard time believing.

Since high school had started three years before, the boys had all passed her in the hallways without so much as a backwards glance. It's not that little Ginny wasn't pretty. She saw her blessings well enough; the clear, smooth skin and full, pink mouth, the warm earthy color of her eyes all feathered with inky lashes. It seemed to Ginny though, that a puffy kisser and soulful eyes weren't much competition for a set of rounded breasts or the lure of curved up hips. By the standards of any eighteen-year-old boy, Ginny Goodman was nothing but plain.

"You callin' me a liar, girl?" Emmett gave her freckled up cheek a sweet little kiss and she felt the rough scratch of his stubble on her tender skin. She liked it more than anything. Annabelle was just missing out, tossing aside any boy with a bit of scruff on his face.

"I ain't even had a boyfriend yet, Mr. Cooper. Boys don't seem to pay me no mind." She shrugged her little shoulders up and down.

"You gotta stop callin' me Mr. Cooper. It's makin' me feel old...I ain't sayin' I'm young, but..." Emmett hesitated, and then leaned in to give her pretty mouth a soft kiss.

"Well...what should I call you?" Ginny reached up and cupped Emmett's face in both of her small hands, testing out the feel of his prickly beard on her fingers. It took him off guard, the tenderness of it, the way she was suddenly familiar and wonderfully new all at the same time, and he buried his mouth against her tiny palm, kissing at it soft and sweet.

"You even know my first name?" Emmett tucked her wavy mess of dark hair back behind both of her freckled ears.

"Emmett." She reached down and tugged at the name printed in white letters on her shirt.

"Yes, Ma'am. And that's my property." Emmett reached over slow and steady, giving that thin blue t-shirt a soft tug. He ran his finger along the ragged bottom hem, looking right into her eyes. He had all plans to bring her up to a simmer with that gentle kind of teasing.

"I'm comin' to collect, baby girl. What's mine is mine." Emmett nestled himself against her and Ginny felt the eager nudge of his erection through his old blue jeans. She felt that swollen little cleft between her legs, the way it ached all steady with the quick beat of her heart, and without even thinking on it, she looked down where their two bodies were pressed tight together.

"You so pretty...you got me all swollen up like a sore thumb."

"I can feel..." Ginny gave him a bashful smile, and Emmett took hold of her slim legs right under the knees. He pushed against her, moving his lean hips slow until he felt her breathing go quick near the hollow of his neck.

He felt like a hot-blooded schoolboy then, fucking her through layers of cotton, waiting patient on her consent to pull those pretty little panties down and off of her.

Ginny couldn't help but fall in love with it, the steady rub of his narrow hips on the soft insides of her thighs. It was something he hadn't done to her that first time on the couch, and it made her draw her legs up, lacing them around his slow, rocking hips.

"Lift up, now." He teased along the hem of that blue t-shirt for a moment longer, and she finally lifted her arms so he could pull it up over her head. There were two sharp little points peeking out at him through thin white satin. She had goose flesh running all up and down her arms and he leaned in close to her, kissing at her neck and freckled shoulders.

Emmett slipped his big hands up the smooth length of those slim, beautiful stems, grazing the dark hollow of her navel for just a moment before his deep palms went searching along her back. He felt the dainty wings of her shoulder blades, and with the gentle pinch of two fingers, he cut loose that flimsy little thing holding the two tiny swells of her breasts. He laced his thick fingers under the thin white straps on her shoulders and dragged them down her arms slow as molasses.

"You just like a gift all wrapped up pretty. You are...sweet girl..." He tucked two fingers under her little chin. "I can't help but wanna open you up."

He couldn't have said it any sweeter and Ginny went to warm maple syrup then.

"I ain't no gift. I barely got anything." Ginny crossed her slim arms over those small, tender peaches sitting up high. She said it so soft that he could barely hear and it made his heart hurt. After all, she was just a baby girl, and how many times had he felt self-conscious as a teenage boy, all big teeth and skinny limbs, always on the small side for his age?

"That don't matter to me, not even a bit." Emmett's face hovered close against hers and he smelled earthy to her, like burning sandalwood.

He watched those pretty little points with his deep hazel gaze. She had small pink nipples to match her small pink mouth and they stood out ripe, calling his name in the moonlight, looking sweet as wild berries and just as delicious.

"I been thinking 'bout you ever since that night..." Emmett let his big hand drag soft down her neck. He touched one of those little peaches, feeling it firm and summer ripe in his palm. He moved on to the other a moment later, tracing his thumb across her nipple.

Ginny felt herself burning up. That soft as feathers touch of his was some kind of sweet seduction.

"I reckoned you thought ill of me...all that I done to you that night. I thought maybe I pushed you..."

"You didn't." She let a long, deep quiet hang between them, until finally she opened her puffy red mouth again. "I wanted you to."

Emmett watched the soft color of pink roses come up in her freckly cheeks. That honesty and those big brown eyes all filled up with innocence brought out the wild in him.

"You sure?

"I'm sure. I been thinkin' on you too...on that night. That ain't wrong, is it?"

"Not for you. But I suppose the devil's carved out a special place in hell just for me." Emmett dipped his head down, letting his tongue wander hot around each of those delicate points. They stood out taut in the draft near the windows, and he slipped them into his mouth, one at a time, his stiff cock gnawing at him like a sore tooth that needed tending to.

Ginny watched the slow trace of his tongue on her, like she had that night in September. She watched those long lashes on his cheeks as he pulled his eyes closed and sucked at her soft. It was a little bit of heaven on earth.

"Don't say that. You ain't goin' to hell..." Ginny leaned into him, touching his face, kissing at his lazy mouth like she was trying to mend something wounded inside of him. She was so young and trusting, and his words had made her feel a whole mess of pity.

Emmett kissed her back, smooth and hot and full of want, not letting on a bit that he'd been thinking of his wife when he'd said those words.

He put his big hands all over her, stroking at her little breasts and her belly, rubbing at the thin strip of cotton between her legs that had gone wet with her slick honey. He kissed at her warm neck, his hands tracing the little curve of her waist and he couldn't help but whisper to her then. "I need that sweet touch on me, pretty girl."

"I was gonna...I just got shy..."

"Well, go on and undo me, Miss bashful. One of the best parts of all this is unwrapping each other."

His deep voice was hushed, and in the darkness Ginny listened to the Coopers' shirts and towels and underthings tossing around in the dryer. It made a quiet, sleepy hum. There were baskets of folded laundry sitting on the washer next to them; Coralee's blue jeans and Wesley's football jersey, little Travis's t-shirts printed with dump trucks and dinosaurs.

Ginny went searching for the old buckle on his brown leather belt. With awkward grace, she pulled open all his buttons, and it seemed that part of him had been waiting on her for the longest time. The whole silky, smooth length of him cut loose from those old blue jeans, and stood up eager and attentive before her, craving her precious touch.

He shimmied his jeans down a bit, and like she'd read his mind, little Ginny went to work sliding her tiny palm up and down, up and down his long, heavy shaft. She kept on until his jeans slipped off his narrow hips, ending as a blue puddle at his bare feet, and he went to sighing like a baby near her pink bee-stung mouth.

Without thinking on it for a second, Emmett slid his rough fingers into the front of her damp cotton underpants. He found her there, swollen up wet and delicate as a warm oyster, and Ginny looked down all full of lazy pleasure as he rubbed a gentle circle around her sweetest spot. He couldn't help but go weak in the knees just looking at her pretty, full mouth, at the way she bit down soft at her bottom lip, moving against his soft, light touch.

She leaned back a bit, planting both palms on the warm lid of Lucy's dryer when the tip of his thick finger traced down her slippery little cleft and lingered right where she was swollen open. He thought back on that hot night in September, how she'd left that big paid couch intact, without any part of his body having poked or prodded her. He'd been careful with her innocence, but as she tilted her hips up into his touch, he turned his hand palm side up, and little Ginny squeezed her eyes shut tight.

She felt a stinging deep inside then, like a bee bite, as one finger nestled up inside of her and another followed right along. She winced just a little, looking at his eyes as they looked into at hers.

"You all right, pretty girl? That hurt?" Emmett was trying to be sweet with her then, but it felt like nothing in the world could have stopped him from claiming that part of her as his own.

"It stings a bit...but it don't really hurt." She closed her eyes, marking her smooth cheeks with those long feathery lashes, as his two rough fingers slid in and out of her all soft and gentle.

His mouth was hot against hers, taking breath from her lungs, it seemed. Soon, that stinging bee subsided, and all she felt was the steady rhythm of a warm, deep touch. She looked down, not knowing how to feel about it, about Emmett Cooper's grease-stained fingers suddenly up inside her most private place. She just knew that it hurt and felt good all at the same time.

Ginny felt his big hand slip out of her little heart-printed underpants and he brought one finger, all slick with her warm wetness, up into his hungry mouth. He drew it out slow, tasting all the sweet nectar she'd left behind.

"Just like honey." His eyes looked right into hers and a deep ache went all through Ginny's belly just watching him do it. She kept thinking on how good his warm tongue had felt lapping at her there, and how he seemed intent on tasting her again. She couldn't wait for all that.

"Honey?"

"Warm. Sweet. Honey." Emmett pulled her small body into his then, burying that throbbing thing right between her lazy open legs. He rubbed himself against all that beckoning warmth. There wasn't much between them, just a paper thin sheath of damp cotton and Ginny felt his big hand sneak down between their two warm bellies. She felt a little tug as his fingers moved that strip of wet cotton to one side. A moment later, she felt the intense heat of his big, silky part rubbing smooth against her bare little cleft. Emmett sighed all sweet and helpless near her ear when he caught for an instant, the thick tip of his cock making its own eager way, trying its best to burrow up into that swollen opening, and Ginny made a surprised little sound near his mouth. It didn't hurt, but the sudden pressure of him there shook all her senses and she gave his belly a gentle push.

"You don't like that, pretty girl?" He was almost panting near her red mouth then, chomping at the bit, and he whispered to her all sweet and coaxing. "Here...let's get these off you." Emmett took hold of those thin little panties and pulled them clean off, until she was sitting in her birthday suit on top of Lucy's old dryer.
Ginny had never felt so completely naked in her life.

"You gotta do yours now." Ginny said it before thinking, and she realized that it was wrong to tease him, but she felt like she was riding a see-saw. In one breath, she wanted every last bit of his beautiful thing buried up deep inside of her, in the next breath, she was a little girl again, all green grass and sunshine, catching butterflies and bullfrogs down at the water's edge.

"I reckon fair is fair." He pulled that green t-shirt over his head of messy hair and stepped out of the little pond of blue jeans at his feet.

Ginny watched the whole length of his bare body in the dim quiet. He was built solid as a redwood, just average in height, but he had a thick chest and strong arms. Coralee had once told Ginny that her Daddy had been a lumberjack when she was just a little girl, and Ginny could imagine it then, with those sturdy shoulders and sinewy arms of his.

"Jump on down here, now. I wanna look at all of you in that pretty moonlight."

"I don't know..." She crossed her arms over those high little breasts.

"Come on, Miss bashful...fair is fair." Emmett watched Ginny sitting there, and he felt like he was completely at her mercy then.

Being married for twenty years, he just plain wasn't used to working so hard at getting himself laid. He liked the urgent feel of all that aching frustration, but he hated it just as much. It was a slow kind of torture, and he suddenly wondered just what he'd gotten himself into. He was fixing to cheat on his wife for the first time with a green, wishy-washy young girl. He knew it was a downright foolish thing to do, but in that moment, wild horses couldn't have torn him away from that firm, pretty body of hers.

Finally, Ginny slid her little behind off that warm dryer, smoothing down her hair, and Emmett put his hand under her chin. He gave her a soft kiss on the mouth, his fingers slipping down to graze at that small triangle of curls between her legs.

A minute later, Ginny had her sweet, tiny body pressed up tight against his, her little spring blossom breasts rising and falling quick as she breathed.

There were light, timid kisses that started at the hollow of his neck, and like a little sprite, she stood up on her tip-toes to reach him. Emmett had to close his eyes when that bee-stung mouth of hers made its way along his throat and over his chest. When he looked again, he saw the stain of her lips, like small, cherry red tattoos all down his bare belly, branding him. He'd never seen anything so beautiful.

Ginny found herself down on her knees, and she turned her eyes up to him all vulnerable and unsure, filled up with a million questions, feeling naked as a baby bird just fallen from its nest.

His warm, thick cock stood up in front of her eyes, looking just as rough-and-tumble as the rest of him. It was there for the taking, and she hesitated, only guessing what to do. She leaned and kissed the soft, swollen up tip of him, leaving a sweet red stain in her wake.

"I got some on you." Her honey-drip voice was a little whisper in the quiet darkness, and she looked on at that beautiful part of him, wondering if she should wipe it away.

"It's all right...go on. Mark me up with that red mess...I love it."

Emmett touched her thick hair, moving it away from her face as he took hold of himself, nudging the tip of his cock onto her slippery little tongue when she opened up her pretty mouth to him. She took just the tip of him at first, the pull of her mouth warm and gentle, and he tilted his head back for just a second, closing his eyes. She looked up at him and he looked down at her, pulling his brows in close together when she took more of him in, her little hand taking hold of his thick shaft all careful, her mouth drawing down slow until the head of his cock popped right out of her mouth, like a stubborn cherry whose stem won't pull off. He felt himself coming close to the edge just looking at those innocent, shy eyes of hers. He cupped one big hand around the side of her freckled up face, telling her in silence just how much he loved the way she was tending to him.

She pulled away like she was coming up for air, her head swimming with the notion that she was giving her first blowjob to Coralee's Daddy. She reached up and touched one of those red stains on his belly in the sweet shape of her own mouth.

"It's all on your belly..." She tried to smooth out those kisses with her little thumb, feeling more than bashful, and Emmett slipped a big hand under her chin, making her look up into his eyes.

"Don't you dare wipe that away..." He touched her swollen mouth, slipping one of his fingers onto her hot little tongue. "I told you I love all that."

"It's called Cherry Tart." Ginny touched her own full lips then, and she let him watch her do it. She was down on her knees below him, but she suddenly felt like she had hold of all the reins.

"So pretty...I want more of that cherry tart." A sweet, boyish hitch came through in his deep voice then, telling her just how much she was wanted. "Can I have more...sweet, girl?"

"All right..." Ginny shook her head up and down.

She dared to take him all the way in, feeling him hit the back of her throat, and a little shudder went through his lean body. For Ginny, it was downright sinful and heavenly all at the same time.

Emmett touched her messy hair, moving it away from her face as he felt the warm pull of her mouth sucking at him slow, testing out the waters. He felt the soft nick of her teeth now and then but he didn't mind it none. She was just learning.

"Jesus, girl. That's so nice." He reached down and grazed those warm, puffy lips, hoping to get more of that business right quick.

"Annabelle says I got 'fuck me' lips. She says boys like 'em." Ginny felt herself go all feverish just telling him that, and she was burning up at what he might say.

"Yeah?" Emmett was lit up like the bluest part of a flame, and he leaned down, taking her little chin in one hand, kissing at her mouth, rolling his hot tongue all over hers until Ginny sighed at the feel of it. "I love them 'fuck me' lips. Take me in a little more, pretty girl. Just a little more."

Ginny obliged him, tracing around that swollen up tip, tasting a faint saltiness on her tongue, and Emmett pulled away from her then, his sturdy bare chest rising and falling like the tide. All that talk had just plain done him in. He was cocked and loaded, and ready to shoot before they even got started.

"I want to lay you down, sweet girl." Emmett's deep voice was a quiet whisper in the warm darkness as he pulled her up onto those coltish legs that turned in just a bit.

"You ready for all that? I want you to tell me the whole truth, Miss Ginny."

"Yeah..." Ginny's heart was racing inside her like a caged bird just at the thought of it.

"You sure now?" They were standing there in the middle of the Coopers' tiny mud room naked as two jay birds, Ginny's little hand holding onto Emmett's long cock like it was a prize she'd just won.

"I'm sure."

"All right then, pretty girl...let me see here...let me just get these towels outta here. I think they dried up good by now."

He could feel the eager tremble in his own hands as he pulled open the dryer door and reached in for that warm bundle of clean white towels. Quick as a fox, Emmett tossed them on the floor in an empty corner behind a steel rack all filled up with boxes of his old tools, a scatter of laundry soaps and bug sprays and tubs of Christmas decorations. Next, he grabbed up those two baskets of folded clothes sitting on top of the washer. He spread all that soft cotton around, making a little nest for her to lie down in.

"Go on now, see if that suits you."

Ginny looked down at that soft, makeshift bed on the wooden floor, and wondered what it was going to be like, giving herself over to him in that warm mess of clean linens.

When she first laid back it felt cozy on her bare shoulders and behind, all those soft fluffy towels, still warm from their big white oven. Ginny felt her whole body go tense as Emmett slid up beside her breathing quick as a racehorse. The way he started kissing on her made Ginny think of a starving animal gone hungry for days.

"Turn over. On your belly. I wanna see that sweet little bottom you got." Emmett's warm mouth came up near her ear then and Ginny looked over at him.

"My behind?" Ginny asked it with a bashful giggle coming up from her belly.

"Yeah...pretty please...Miss cherry tart."

Before she knew, she was stretched out on her belly, and Emmett had gathered all her messy hair into both his big hands, pulling it up off the back of her neck. He kissed at her bare shoulders, tousling her thick, dark waves as the scratch of his beard drew down her back. He gave her firm behind a tight squeeze and then slipped his hand down between her legs, stroking at her sweet cherry from behind, and Ginny sighed, not able to get enough of his attention there.

"You got the cutest bum, like a smooth little Apple. I wanna take a bite of you, girl. You look so delicious right now." Ginny could feel the hot trace of his mouth inching soft down her slim back and he eased her legs apart just a bit. Ginny bent them up at the knees; her feet in the air all playful like a little girl as he kissed at her bare behind. She felt the soft nick of his teeth, giving her a few gentle bites on her tender skin and she let out a quiet squeak, giggling all soft and giddy, that rustle of dark hair falling careless and wild over her closed eyes. Suddenly, she was as open as the big blue sky, all relaxed and lazy and eager to take anything that he was willing to give.

When he turned her back over all playful and gentle, Emmett slipped his lean body down and laced one strong arm under her slim leg, laying his forearm with that mess of light auburn hair across her smooth belly. He nestled one finger and a thumb up against her wet little cleft and opened her up. She was swollen to a deep scarlet color from all that rubbing and teasing and he gave her tender spot a sweet little kiss before he licked at it deep. He felt a gentle tremble in her legs that was gone as quick as it came. He heard her breathing go all fast and whispery.

Just like he remembered, she had the prettiest little pussy, small and delicate as a rare pink lily, her little button peeking right out at him, looking all swollen and delicious. He sucked at it gentle, his warm mouth pulling at that firm little cherry pit for a minute or two before he let it go again, and Ginny made the sweetest sigh as he did that same thing two more times, his mouth making quiet, wet sounds below her.

He felt her hips tilt up toward him when he came up for air.

"Feels good, don't it?" Emmett gave her a knowing little grin and Ginny shook her head yes.

"I love it so much..." She couldn't believe herself, telling him that without a lick of shame, but it was what she felt then, right down to her toes.

"I can tell...and I love doin' it to you so much." He smiled and kissed at that tiny patch of dark hair where her legs met before he nestled back in again, wiggling his hot tongue up inside her for a moment, tasting all her salty nectar, the luscious poison that men have been craving since the beginning of time.

He started lapping her up, his tongue stroking at her in a steady circle, and it made her move her hips against him in just the same way, pushing into the hungry rhythm of his warm mouth. It was almost too much. She so wanted that deep aching shudder he'd brought up in her before. She'd been waiting on it for a whole month.

Emmett could feel the heat rising in her small, young body. He was intent on warming her up good, and it seemed he was doing a hell of a job. She was velvety soft and glistening wet, her two sugary nipples drawn up tight on the little swells of her breasts. For Emmett, all that kissing and rubbing and sucking had always meant the difference between..."Oh my God...it hurts!" and "Oh my God...it feels soooo good." He'd discovered right quick that his own payoff was always twice as hot if he just took a little time stoking the fire.

"Give me a kiss..." Emmett slipped his bare body over hers in a whisper, rubbing his long, swollen cock against her slippery little cleft and she took in a sharp breath at the feel of him there, that part of him working against her all forbidden and urgent, and it was downright blissful.

She did like he told her, slipping her hot little tongue into his mouth, kissing at him like he tasted better than warm pecan pie. He kept up that soft push of his hips against her, fighting the instinct to reach down and guide himself right up into all that virgin warmth just calling out his name. He felt her small hand graze down his bare belly. She hesitated and then slipped her warm palm around that thick shaft, keeping him at bay just a while longer.

"You want some more of them sweet kisses down there, don't you pretty girl?" He let his tongue slip lazy over hers and she could taste the salt of her own body on him.

"Yeah..." Ginny shook her head up and down all eager and flushed, opening her little legs to him as wide as she could, her breath going in and out like she was running up over the hills.

"Then I'll give you more of them sweet kisses...I'll give you anything you want...you hear?"

"I hear." She gave him the sweetest smile then. It was all full of yearning and surrender, and Emmett swallowed hard, her innocence like a swift kick to his chest.

On his way back down, Emmett sucked soft at each pretty little nipple. He kissed at her belly and then buried his tongue right up against her most tender spot again, circling around quick and steady. Ginny felt her whole body go lazy and warm, like she was lying in a pool of tepid water.

"Ohhhh...ohhhh my goodness." She couldn't help the quiet sounds coming out of her then. They were the kinds of sounds that other girls made in the backseats of Chevys or behind the locked doors of upstairs bedrooms while their parents were away.

"Oh my goodness..." Her voice was a quiet whisper then as he held each of her strong little legs in his big hands, urging her forward, bringing her closer, his tongue fluttering against her all deep and constant, not letting up for even a second. She was sweet and warm and ripe in his mouth, just like a cherry tart should be.

It didn't take long before she found herself in the middle of a river, being swept up in a hot rush of pleasure. She felt the first little shudder of orgasm, like a heartbeat down where her legs met, and then, like wildfire, the warm ache of it spread through her deep and ravenous. As the hot tug of his mouth finished her off, she felt her eyelids fluttering and her legs trembling. When he was through with her, she lay there all spent and satisfied, and nothing but bashful.

He kissed at her soft neck in the next breath. "Your cherry tart tastes so sweet, baby girl. I could have me a slice of that every night." She felt him smiling against the hollow of her neck, and she couldn't help but giggle at all that dirty talk.

"Nuh-uh." She shook her head back and forth.

"Uh-huh..." He teased her then, that stiff, heavy part of him, all swollen up just for her, started rubbing soft against the inside of her thigh.

All the daydreaming and lying awake at night conjuring up images of her pretty pink pussy and those berry colored nipples, all that anticipation, it was paying off. It was like he'd been sitting through an unsavory, cold supper for the last month, and now, he was finally having dessert. There she was, lying there small and open, just ready for the taking.

As he looked down at those wide, over-bright eyes in the chalky light of the moon, Emmett thought on Coralee, how he would take a shotgun to any grown man aiming to do just what he was about to do to her little friend. But still, Emmett propped himself up on one elbow above her, and kept his deep hazel eyes steady on hers, easing her strife without saying a word.

Ginny's hand reached up, drawing down the line of his rugged neck, the ruddy skin there, feeling how God made him all solid and different from her. She drew her touch down his bare chest and between their warm bellies, where his big cock lay against her little cleft. Emmett felt her nestling lower, trying to fit him against her in just the right way, her little hand slipping around the long, heavy shaft, right up near that swollen head.

"Here, sweet girl. Let me...I'll go slow with it...I promise."

"...I don't want you to hurt me.." Her little words cut in on him before he had a chance to finish.

"You gotta trust me. You know why?" Emmett smoothed that messy, damp hair out of her sweet face.

"Why?" Ginny could feel her hands trembling and those butterflies all in flight inside her belly. She let out a long breath, listening to him like he was a wise old profit.

"Because he's mine...and I know best how he works, and how I can wiggle him inside of you in just the right way... without makin' you cry at all."

Like always, Emmett knew just what to say, and just how to say it, and little Ginny gave him a shy smile then, letting him take hold of his own part again.

Emmett felt her tense up just a bit as that sore, swollen tip found its way to her like a river to the sea. He rubbed himself soft against her most tender spot and Ginny fell in love with that, his big thing doing just what his mouth had, and Emmett slipped it down gentle and nudged into that slick, honey sweet warmth. She was so wet and the tip of him sank right in, and Emmett couldn't help the catch at the back of his throat, the quiet guttural sound he made as he pushed in just a little further. It was sugar sweet, just knowing he was the first one.

At first, little Ginny felt like Emmett was splitting her wide open. She felt a deep searing pressure that was almost frightening and she shifted under him.

"It's all right...just relax, baby girl." Emmett kissed at her wet mouth like she tasted delicious. "Are you my pretty girl?"

"Yeah...it's just..." Ginny tried to explain it but she couldn't find the words.

"It hurts?

Ginny shook her head up and down.

"Do you know how beautiful you are? I could barely wait for all this, 'cause you so pretty. You are...you so pretty."

Emmett felt her small body relax as he talked to her all sweet like that, and by instinct, he just knew. He kissed at her mouth all hungry and Ginny felt the whole of his long shaft slip inside of her like lock and key. It felt like he was coming up into her throat, and she took in a sharp little breath, her innocence gone before she could say the name Emmett.

He moved those lean hips of his in a slow circle, starting out gentle, dipping his long cock inside all that virgin warmth, then drawing away until he almost left her, but not quite. It was like a dream of his coming true. She was small and close all around him, even more so when he reached down and pulled her strong little legs up around his narrow hips, and Ginny obliged him, lacing one foot over the other, resting them against his firm behind.

Emmett was right about one thing. As she relaxed against him, it went easier. That fire burning deep inside subsided just a bit until all she felt was a warm fullness each time he came into her, filling her to the brim. She started making the same sweet sigh each time he came forward, and he couldn't help but let out his own humming sound of pleasure. He felt her kissing at his neck and shoulders, her hands coming up on his back and he found the sweet rhythm of her small hips working against his all at once, until they were fucking on the wood floor in that little nest of white towels like they'd done it a thousand times before. It became more familiar, and less like he was doing her wrong.
"Is that nice for you, baby?" Emmett leaned over her, propped on his elbows, stroking the dark hair from her soft, freckled face, rocking against her slow.

"Yeah...I like it...its nice now." Ginny answered him honest. The way he was moving her was irresistible and Ginny sighed as he kissed her once, hot and deep on her bee-stung mouth. She felt his lean hips pick up the pace until he was riding her smooth and steady, and Ginny buried her face near his neck, closing her big eyes, letting that long stiff part of him work its magic inside of her.

The little bit of hurting didn't matter a lick, the way he was pumping into her was something divine, it was far better than anything she'd ever daydreamed about, and Ginny looked up into his face, touching his scruffy jaw as he looked down into her eyes.

"You got the sweetest little pussy..." He whispered it near her bee-stung mouth then, his whole body drawn up tight as a piano wire, and Ginny felt her face go hot as the noonday sun. He hadn't meant to say it. It'd just slipped right out, and he looked down into her young face, wondering how she felt about all that dirty talk. She was so new and completely different from Lucy in every way. It just plain felt like he was sowing his wild oats again at the age of forty-two, and he loved it. He downright loved fucking little Ginny Goodman.

She wrapped both arms up around his neck, squeezing her big eyes shut, taking all of him inside as he stabbed into her deep, not able to resist all the tender warm flesh down between her legs. He felt that tension inside of him, rising like water filling up a glass, coming closer and closer to the edge. Emmett looked down at that full, parted mouth of hers that had taken him in just a few minutes before, and he came then, in long, hard shudders, like sweet arrows going through him. He let go deep inside of her small body, the urge to bury his long cock right up to the hilt was downright irresistible and Ginny took in a quick breath, her eyes looking up at him in surprise like tender dark moons. He pushed into her a few more times, emptying the last of himself out with a quiet sigh against her forehead, still breathing like a racehorse.

"Jesus Christ...I can't believe all this. I musta done somethin' right, I'll tell you now. This kinda shit just don't happen to a man like me every day, pretty girl." Emmett was spouting off like a garden hose with a big old hole in it, still catching his breath, and little Ginny just lay there listening, her whole, quiet world suddenly turned upside down. She was just plain smitten with him then, more than she had been before. She kept thinking on what he'd just said to her, that dirty, wonderful thing.

"You gotta promise me, sweet girl, that Coralee ain't never gonna find out...I just...I couldn't take it..." Emmett and Ginny lay side by side on the laundry room floor. A red tinge of blood all mixed up with his sticky white mess came out from between her legs and made a little pink stain on one of Lucy's clean white towels.

"I'm leakin'" She whispered it to him so he could barely hear and he leaned above her on one elbow then.

"Yeah...here. You gonna need to wash off a bit. I suppose I made a mess of you..." Emmett handed her a little white washcloth and Ginny took it from his big hand. He figured that her Mama must not have told her a thing about the goings on between men and women. It wasn't uncommon among the stricter, church-going types.

"Is mine really the sweetest?" Ginny just had to know. She held onto that little washrag for dear life wondering about the answer she was going to get.

"What, now?" There was a red-faced kind of smile that crept up on Emmett's mouth, and he couldn't hold it back.

"Mine? Why's it so sweet? Why you love it so much?"

"Come on now...don't you make me feel like a dirty old man 'cause I said all that. I just...I got carried away... 'cause you feel real good and you just...you some kinda sweet. That's all."

"You some kinda sweet too. I like yours...is it a big one?" Ginny bit down on her bottom lip, smiling all girlish and naughty as she lay her little self half-way over his lean body, her eyes drifting down to his spent cock, looking all tuckered out and lazy sleeping against his thigh.

Emmett gave her a full on belly laugh. Her sweet little mouth asking a thing like that just struck his funny bone. It also made him want to lay her back down and fuck her deep until the first light of dawn.

"I reckon it's good sized...yeah."

"Yeah?" Ginny teased him then, her little hand daring to touch that thin line of auburn hair trailing down from his navel. It ended in a thicker patch just above her favorite part. She scooped up his soft cock in her warm hand and held it, and Emmett watched her face with a puzzled look. Her curiosity was getting him going again, and he pulled her down to him, kissing her full on the mouth.

They lay there kissing on each other, Emmett's hands holding that firm little behind, giving it a soft tap until she giggled, and that's when he heard a sleepy little voice, all muffled and pouty, saying his name behind the laundry room door.

"Daddy?" Travis called out at Emmett with a note of desperation when he found the door locked. A deep aching guilt came up in the pit of Emmett's belly then and Ginny sat up when he did, pulling a green striped towel over her naked little self.

"Yeah...Travis...what you doin' up outta bed? Just give me a minute, all right?" Emmett started searching around for his old blue jeans and Ginny stood up, grabbing at the blue cotton t-shirt that was marked with his name. Before she could slip it on, Emmett came up behind her, sneaking his strong arms around her waist until she giggled and he whispered, "Shhhhhh."

"Daddy...I was dreamin' I had to pee...but I think I really was peein'..." Travis sounded like he was just plain done up in a knot, like he was on the verge of tears, and Emmett realized the fun was over.

"Shit..." He let out a long sigh and Ginny turned toward him then, burying her freckled face near his bare chest, leaving a soft kiss there, slipping her arms around him. She was all lit up from the inside, all warm and glowing at what they'd just done.

"All right, Travis..give me I minute. I'm just...I'm dealing with some dirty laundry in here." Emmett looked down at little Ginny, nudging her playfully, making her giggle again. He held her close to him, feeling the small length of her bare body against his, and he kissed the top of her head.

"You gonna take off my sheets Daddy? Mama does..."

"You go on up buddy...I'll be right there to help you out. Just give me a minute." Emmett couldn't help himself. The whole time he was talking, he was kissing at the warm crown of her head, kissing at her forehead and her cheeks, his big hand cradling the back of her neck.

"All right...I'm gonna take off my PJs."

"You go on ahead. I'll be right up..."

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I didn't mean it." Emmett could hear Travis sniffling in shame just outside that door, and it broke his heart in two.

"Don't you worry on all that, Travis. We'll get you a shower and some new sheets."

"All right. I wish Mama was here though. I wish she was..." Emmett heard that baby boy voice trailing off as he said it, his feet slapping on the ground in his red Superman slippers as he made his way across the kitchen floor and back up the narrow staircase.

"I gotta go pretty girl. And you need to get back inside Cora's room before she knows you gone." Emmett smoothed her hair away from her face and kissed her forehead one last time. She was quiet for just a minute longer and he stood there waiting, knowing in his bones what she was about to ask him, because he was trying to figure out the answer himself.

"When?" She looked up at him and smiled, her eyes all lazy as dandelion dust floating in the summer wind.

"You got a car, pretty girl?" Emmett ran a gentle finger down her freckled up nose.

"Not yet, I mean... I borrow my Mama's quite a bit...but she works a bunch. I got my old bike though. It gets me where I wanna go." Ginny was all pins and needles inside. She wanted to know right quick when she was going to see him again.

"Meet me up by the river. On Monday. Right near where those old tracks run through. The trains only come by at night, so I reckon no one's gonna find us up there. I'll park my truck in that thick of trees, you know the one?" Ginny shook her head up and down, thinking of that place, the tall pines hovering near the evening sky, smelling like sap and spice.

Emmett pictured it too, the river running shallow there, coursing over rocks and fallen trees, the whole world done up in dark evergreen.

"Meet me up there at dusk, Miss cherry tart...with them red lips on." Emmett leaned down and whispered hot near her ear then. "I wanna fuck you to the sound of that water."

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Apr 2, 2018 in blowjob

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