“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… — Cheryl Holt Copy Share Image
“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
