Book Quote – Page 7 – Emily Rooks' True Lust

I wiggle the nightie off my shoulders, and it slips to the stone step in a puddle.

From Fisherman’s Eyewash by Emily Rooks
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He stood alone, off to the side, a gentle giant. He had the most piercing blue eyes I’d ever seen, and I liked the size of his hands.

From Fisherman’s Eyewash by Emily Rooks
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“The whole world seems to shrink. There is no one in it but Johnathan and me, and the center of that world are his hands upon my breasts.”

– from Role Play by Emily Rooks
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“I lean forward, my hardened nipples right in his face, droplets of sweat falling off my breasts onto his cheeks.”

– from Lollyhammer by Emily Rooks
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“His grunts grow louder, as do my moans, creating a symphony of sounds as our skin, lathered in one another’s sweat, slap against one another.”

– from Bit of Pink by Emily Rooks
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“His other hand slaps my ass. ‘You’re a bad girl, Caitlynn, wanting this.’”

– from Come Hither by Emily Rooks
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I wiggle the nightie off my shoulders, and it slips to the stone step in a puddle.

He stood alone, off to the side, a gentle giant. He had the most piercing blue eyes I’d ever seen, and I liked the size of his hands.

“The whole world seems to shrink. There is no one in it but Johnathan and me, and the center of that world are his hands upon my breasts.”

“I lean forward, my hardened nipples right in his face, droplets of sweat falling off my breasts onto his cheeks.”

“His grunts grow louder, as do my moans, creating a symphony of sounds as our skin, lathered in one another’s sweat, slap against one another.”

“His other hand slaps my ass. ‘You’re a bad girl, Caitlynn, wanting this.’”