Page 12 - No.  F
© 2000 by LilyOrchid

Jonathan is in his cubbyhole above the stairs.  Jonathan is supposed to writing his first novel.  Instead, Jonathan is drooling and spewing cum all over his writing table, his laptop, papers, magazines, anything within a three-foot radius.

While spurting, Jonathan is whispering lasciviously. "Page 12, no.  F.  Yes.  Pink satin. 38D.  No padding.  Oh, my God."

Jonathan pumps his rod, hitting the papers in his hand. "Page 15, no.  I.  Oh God, oh, those tits. 40DD at least.  So round, so perfect.  Ummm." Jonathan sighs audibly.  More of his cum escapees its prison. "Page 51, no. 1a.  Thong, Pink.  That ass.  Yeah, baby.  Oh God, yeah."

Jonathan fondles and strokes, loosening his load. "Page 32, no.  H.  Oh make me cum.  See thru teddy.  Shit, man, I can see her snatch.  Those nipples.  Demi bra.  Lace.  Oh, mutha--.  It's ripping."

The writing desk is saturated.  But there's more, Jonathan can feel it.  It comes.  Jonathan moans as the last bit of jism flies through the air.  Jonathan turns the page, "No. 3-"

Suddenly Jonathan hears his wife's lilting voice floating up from below the stairs. "Honey, have you seen my Victoria's Secret Catalog?"

Busted!

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