The Bumhampton Chronicles: Chapter 8 (Part 14)

Sweat fell from his lordship’s brow, sizzling as it struck my taut tummy. Another wave rose from the cool depths. A leviathan: I stopped breathing as it hit. My hips lifted instinctively, anything to get the phallus tighter to my womb. I shook, hands drummed the blotter, feet flailed; I screamed—and still he fucked on, fast, slow, short, long: his cock was the center of my universe. Nothing else was real. The tiny portion that was left of my sanity marveled at his stamina and skill, pondering if he needed a wife. It—my sanity—fled for higher ground.

You can go to this page which has links to all the complete previous chapters.

6 thoughts on “The Bumhampton Chronicles: Chapter 8 (Part 14)

  1. Ina Morata August 5, 2017 / 9:02 am

    Oh boy…I lived every single word of this with Ruby. Almost speechless (note the ‘almost’ 😉), not to mention weak-kneed and breathless.

    Well done!


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