Fifty Shades of Tinsel: The Complete Erotic Romance Series
Kirk Alex Fifty Shades of Tinsel/ Complete Boxed Set **THEY CALL HIM TUBESTEAK** Jimmy Riff, a well-endowed preacher's son whose life is adrift, stopped off in Hollywood on his way to Oregon in search of a lost love––instead found himself trapped by LA's sleazy underbelly. Now he's a gigolo, dubbed James Kidd by his tough-guy manager Benjamin T. Styles and forced to do the pimp's bidding by sleeping with Hollywood honchos, both male and female, to further Styles' agenda of scoring a serious movie role. Jimmy is his meal ticket to stardom, and he intends to exploit him. A life of debauchery, encountering an endless parade of kinky users and sadistic abusers, leaves Jimmy unfulfilled. He desperately seeks a way out. A beautiful young woman at a sleazy Valley party just might be the answer to his dreams...if only he can get the relentless Styles off his back. Intended for mature audiences. **EXCERPT** She had him push his chair back, and positioned herself on his lap. She undid the buttons on her blouse, and the black bra, full, Double C cups, were there in his face. She had him unhook the clasp, and the bra was discarded. She guided the one erect nipple in his mouth, let him suck on it, then the other. This would be the beginning of a terrific night of lovemaking, a session of some wild and wanton sucking and fucking. If her own daughter was not able to appreciate this young and randy stud, if her own daughter was so damn ungrateful and callous in the way she mishandled this wonderful young man she would take up the slack. She had her head tilted back now, while Jimmy took turns sucking on the nipples, shoving entire mouthfuls of tit flesh in his face. Renata did not have to probe her vagina to know that she was probably moist down there. After all, it had been so long, so very long, of having been deprived. Yes, there had been the occasional tryst, with both sexes from time to time––and yes, she probably suspected she preferred females to males, with this one exception being this hung kid right here in her very own kitchen sucking on her breasts. She slid her right hand down there between her thighs, went inside, just to visit briefly, merely to check on what she suspected was taking place: yes, she was moist; yes, she was juicy; yes, it was happening; yes, she wanted to do everything with this James G. Riff, son of the substitute preacher man. She would suck his cock, lick his balls and asshole; and she would have him do the same for her: lap up her honey dew down there; probe her cunt with his tongue and drink her cunt juices.
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