Wives, Bent Over and Begging Anonymous

The real Chrissie wouldn't have dreamed of invading a men's room, but the real Chrissie was on vacation for the night. This was a blue-haired slut in a skintight sheath dress, with no underwear and four-inch spikes. She strutted toward him, her ass swaying. Something told her she was ready for anything.



He put his hands on her waist and pulled her close. He was six-three and he towered over Chrissie. She could smell the rum on his chest from the drink she'd tossed at him, and it mixed with the smell of his sweat, of his natural male funk. She laid her cheek against him and rubbed it through the fur.



It wasn't the sexiest place in the world, this COWBOYS room. There was a piss-and-disinfectant smell, and she thought, This is soooo grubby - but it was exciting in a rather nasty way, too.



Chrissie's lover is determined to possess the one aperture he has thus far been denied, and she is livid that he would try such a thing with her petite body. But when she confides in her Aunt about Ken's lascivious intentions, Cathy's remedy is to loosen her up and turn her into a wantonly willing woman of exceptionally nasty proportions.



Taking her Aunt's lead, Chrissie will succumb to a particular brand of physical training as all her boundaries are tested to the heights of orgiastic abandon. From invading the men's stalls in a spit and sawdust bar, to taking on her old college quarterback and friends, from lesbian tribades, to MMMF group menages, our eventually eager young vixen has quite the surprise in store for Ken when he returns from his long business trip.



Incredibly lewd and uncompromisingly graphic. Slip in and make yourself very, very comfortable.