“Did you have to murder him? Yes, as a matter of fact I did. Well, the deed's done. No use complaining.” — Cheryl Holt Copy Share Image
“You're half-dead, yet you have the vigor to philander? I was stabbed, not castrated.” — Cheryl Holt Copy Share Image
“Not willing to deny himself a modest sample of the shattering excess, he sun her and propped her agains the bedpost. Her thighs were spread wide and, though many layers of fabric separated them, his cock was wedged against her mound, her searing heat coaxing him, urging him on and in. Matching the thrust of his tongue, he flexed against… — Cheryl Holt Copy Share
“Her breathing hitched. Too much was happening too fast. The wanton episode was so inconceivable that it played out like a fantasy---except that he… — Cheryl Holt Copy Share Image
“Did you have to murder him? Yes, as a matter of fact I did. Well, the deed's done. No use complaining.” — Cheryl Holt Copy Share Image
“I love her more than my life. What were you thinking, harming her? Didn't you understand that I'd have to kill you for it?” — Cheryl Holt Copy Share Image
“Adjusting her legs, he opened her thighs so that she straddled him. Her pussy was directly over his cock, instinctively recognizing the appropriate sensual… — Cheryl Holt Copy Share Image
“Don't let me walk away. In case you haven't noticed, I'm trying my damnedest to stop you.” — Cheryl Holt Copy Share Image
