Chapter Forty
Magic On Third, Old Victorian, San Francisco
Beautiful, intelligent Lu. He stroked her hair. His pulse quickened. Soon she would be on her knees before him. His rigid c**k slanting forward into her mouth.
He was in agony. They entered her room. Something wet and oozing appeared on the front of his pants as he kissed her with unknown passion. “I wish…” her voice a soft wisp. But he knew. His stare into her burned. He throbbed as she took him out. Now reaching its full length, she fell on it. Tonguing the rigid flange. Her eyes closed. His hand tightened on her. She shuddered.
Leaning her back, he gently grazed her engorged c**t with his fingertips. Writing his name across her stomach in goo. “So beautiful!” Then nipped at her t**s again. Their noise would raise the dead as
