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R.B. Greenfield

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Amazons of Bluebelle Valley II. The Towering Triplets (English Edition) Kindle版

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全19巻の第2巻: Amazons Of Bluebelle Valley

Revised, upgrade, juicier and sexier than ever, “The Towering Triplets” thoroughly introduces the extraordinarily beautiful sexy and accomplished 8'6" Triplets in grand style. How will our seriously sexually overwhelmed and irresistible thin little 4'2" man negotiate this relationship? Have faith, my friend, and find out in the second Episode of "The Amazons of Bluebelle Valley". XXX-rated, adult only, be at least 21 years old, if not 31yo, to order. You can depend on the escapades to be engaging, heartfelt, clever, humorous, and sexually perilous for our unlikely little hero Richie Greenfield as he does his best to remain a manly man as he lives with, works for, loves under, and is munificently smothered by the Amazons and Giantesses of Bluebelle Valley.
The style is exceptionally easy to read. Each bodacious romp in the juicy fantasy land moves along like a fun amusement park ride. The characters are ultimately open and generous and therefore their world, while edgy and sexually dangerous, seems kind and oddly sweet. The paradox is that so much outrageous crushing sex could be so uplifting.
OK, meet the Triplets in one of their kinky games they loved to play each evening. Anybody care for Twister?
"One evening last week they wanted to play Twister, of all things. Only it wasn’t exactly Twister because the mat was much larger, and the circles where you place your feet and hands were a little further apart. Instead of the little finger-flip spin dial they had some kind of app that would voice out the next move every time one of them called out “Squish.” Oh, and, it wasn’t only feet and hands on the colored dots but could be any body part like: elbow, knee, face, ear, tongue, ass…. Sometimes the app’s mechanical, fake-sultry voice would call out very specific moves like: “Left knee, Sweetheart, on Richie’s mid-back.” or “Right butt-cheek on poor Richie’s head.” I mean, that’s a seriously rigged game, wouldn’t you say?
Every move I’d become more entwined under their impossibly long and sturdy legs, wound up in their wicked arms, pressed between their abs and butts, gradually obliterated in the middle of a giant knot of succulent woman flesh, until it all collapsed on me in a heap.
Right there in that luscious dog-pile of woman the Triplets seemed to somehow suspend time. How could that much chaos not move at all? Then I felt them kind of entering my body in a sensory sort of way, very hard to describe. It would have been boo-ku creepy, except there was a positive aspect to it, this inspection – like some kind of alien abduction sequence, except, what – like beyond their curiosity it was also for my own good? I don’t know…
The Triplets – I had no idea whose big smothering butt was on my back for those thirty minutes they took to unwind the Twister-like game, requesting the app to call out the reverse sequence of moves, to step-by-step undo the pile we were in – and I was under. I hadn’t a clue whose crushing ass pinned me desperate for air, because the frigging beautiful Triplets were absolutely identical, as near as I could tell…. "