|About the Book|
WENDY’S CRAZY SEX WEEKEND is the new extreme erotica series from erotica author Greta Trap. Wendy is tired of being pure and innocent, and she’s especially irritated that she’s been eighteen for four months and still not gone crazy. Finally, though,MoreWENDY’S CRAZY SEX WEEKEND is the new extreme erotica series from erotica author Greta Trap. Wendy is tired of being pure and innocent, and she’s especially irritated that she’s been eighteen for four months and still not gone crazy. Finally, though, she gets the house all to herself for a three day weekend and invites to guys over…the sex that results is shocking, exciting, sexy, and always extreme!In THE EVENING IS JUST STARTING, Wendy learns her first time is going to be explosive. In the backyard, where anyone could see (and the dirty old man who lives next door probably DOES see) Arthur and Greg take her at the same time in a very rough double team sex encounter with rough deep throat, reluctant semen swallowing, and really, really rough sex in public.Warning: WENDY’S CRAZY WEEKEND contains very explicit descriptions of very extreme rough sex and humiliation and includes scat, bizarre sex, first anal sex, first sex, double penetration, cumplay, public sex, and more. Listen, this one gets pretty damned extreme and if you think it’s possible you’re going to be offended you’re probably going to. You’ll probably be okay with books one and two but God help you when you get to book three. Only mature adults should read this ebook.Here is a preview:Why the fuck had she waited? Oh God! How long? Fuck! She’d really become aware of her clit at about ten years old and very, very aware at eleven. Shit! Almost eight wasted years of masturbation without penetration. Hell, she could have stolen her mother’s dildos. Fuck! She could have used a carrot or a cucumber for God’s sake. All of those years of fumbling and touching herself and not once did it have the power it had right now. Not once did it bring with it the astounding and incredible heights of absolute shocking joy that even now made her think she swam in a cool oasis of rapture after crawling through a desert of pleasure drought. Greg just kept barreling into her and the pleasure grew more and more profound and she even found herself overwhelmed by the cock pushing in and out of her throat, as though to gag and choke and feel tears running down her cheeks was a wonderful and beautiful thing. It did, in fact, enhance the pleasure. It seemed that every gag sent shock waves through her already pleasure drenched body, and she couldn’t believe that mere seconds before she’d wished to be somewhere else. It was exquisite and wonderful and far more pleasurable than the pain had been painful, and she grabbed handfuls of grass as her body moved and wondered if Mr. Rice could tell the neighbor slut was cumming (and cumming hard) even though she couldn’t scream with joy because of the shaft inside of her throat.