Little did Doris know when she took the secretarial job offer from Romily Manor, the nature of the duties she was to perform. She hadn't counted on being a paid playmate for Mildred Wynton's twenty-five-year- old retarded son. Her horror deepened even further at the realization that she had to share her voluptuous body with the degenerate doctor and Mrs. Wynton's lascivious chauffeur. Mrs. Wynton was the mistress of the manor in name, but it was Doris's lush young body that held the title!
An mc-ish incest story, within three generations of a family. It's loving and consent-focused, as much as consent is meaningful in a story with magical persuasion. It's still fundamentally stroke, but with a bit more depth and character development than is typical for that genre.
Jake couldn't help but notice how his sister had grown up, her body blossoming into a work of art. Her breasts were full and perky, her waist narrow, and her hips wide, begging to be gripped as he thrust into her from behind. He'd often catch himself staring at her, his cock hardening as he imagined what she'd feel like wrapped around him, squeezing him tight as he made her come again and again. Jenna was feeling it too, the constant ache between her legs that only seemed to grow worse whenever
This erotic narrative is recounted in the words of Wilma Harris. It portrays her obsession and heartfelt love for the woman, who gave birth to her nineteen years ago.