As I set out on my own to enjoy the countryside and gather some fruits, I run into an unexpected sight: A woman, playing with herself, hidden by the bushes, just inches away from me. Would I be able to keep my fingers to myself? And if I couldn't... was this finally my chance to dive into another woman's pussy whole-heartedly?
About the Author
Kathleen bent forward and folded her arms on the desk. “My good Frau Spur,” she said slowly. “I'm an author, and not a bad one. My works are esteemed and widely read, and I'm paid handsomely, for in my area of expertise, there aren't many who can do what I can. Still, you may never have heard of me before, since all I'm writing is published anonymously, or under a false name. And so you know what this is about, I'll give it to you straight: It's all pure pornography. Pure, dirty, nasty smut. Now you tell me if you have a problem with that.” Frau Schütz leaned back in her armchair and began playing with a riding crop absently, which had been laying on her desktop, while she was eyeing Eliza curiously. The translator needed a moment to take in the full meaning of her words. “Is… is this illegal?” she asked finally. Kathleen raised an eyebrow. “Illegal, certainly not,” she replied. “Immoral, absolutely.” - Archer's Lane