Bla Book 3 Wrinkles in TimeChapter 11
Tanya lay on the massage table in her private little torture chamber – ‘my sex sanctuary... ‘ She was squirming around, moving her pelvis so that the intense heat generated by the magnifying glass overhead didn’t stay in one spot too long. “Okay,” she said breathily to Frank. “Lower...” She hissed as the hot beam scorched the tiny hairs off a new section of her labia. She was starting to get really horny. She knew Frank had a boner the size of the Florida peninsula waiting for her whenever...