Publisher's Synopsis
A divorced sawyer is already having a fine day after putting a beautiful black walnut through his sawmill. Little does he know that timber won't be the highlight of his day when a pretty little country girl comes by looking for some wood.
Tracy looked up at me with her eyes full of mischief while she slathered her tongue all over the head. Then she took it in, gave it a suck, and let it pop back out. I expected more of the same when her warm lips slid over me again. Instead, she swallowed me right down to the root."Ah, lord," I grunted in disbelief. That little slip of a girl bobbed her head in my lap, taking all of me without the slightest fuss. Her golden hair danced and caressed my legs - and not just the hairs on her head, either. She straddled my leg and started grinding that wet, hairy pussy against me too. I couldn't do much more than grunt, growl, breathe like a bellows, and claw at the quilt.
Tracy Lynn chuckled around me, never missing a beat.
It didn't take long for me to start squirming. Even when my hips would buck up, and I could feel her bottom lip against my balls, she barely let out a croak.
Now, it had been more than a little while for me, and that hot mouth of hers was getting me there fast. I'm not as young as I used to be, and I wasn't sure how long it was going to take to get another rise if she sucked me dry. Truth to tell, I didn't have enough of my wits about me to do anything about it, though.
It just so happened that I lurched hard enough to finally gag her. She yanked away, trailing thick strands of spit and coughing. Even though her eyes were misted up and she was sniffling, she gave a hard swallow, pushed her hair out of her face, and tried to get right back down there.
I sat up lickity-split, because it wasn't going to take much more of that for me to go off like a geyser in her mouth. I caught her under her arms and said, "I want a taste of you."