Getting Hot Under The Collar

Sally let the book fall from her fingers, as she slipped two fingers deep into herself. The mental image of that debauched ship pulsing in her mind as she began to slide her fingers wetly in and out of her sex.

She was so close to the edge now, a small pool of her own arousal forming on the hardwood flooring beneath her. She needed something to finish herself off and she knew just what would do it.

Reaching with shaky hands she pulled the final book from the shelf, a thin volume with the slightly worrying title The Lords Hound.