Baby, Did You Get the Handcuffs?

An excerpt from Baby, Did You Get the Handcuffs?

Pete got right in her face and spoke in a low growl. "And that wasn't you who wrapped her long fingers around Minnie Vrancusi's throat and squeezed?"

"I wish I coulda been the one to strangle that sleazy dame," Edie grumbled, twisting back and forth in the cuffs. She was obviously uncomfortable with her arms held over her head as they were. Pete grinned. "I woulda gladly choked the life outa her," she said.

Pete leaned in and planted a hot kiss on her throat. "Should I strangle you, honey? Ain't you a sleazy dame?"

"Jesus!" she gasped, her bare breasts heaving. "Give it to me, Pete!"

Pete pushed deep into her, filling her pussy with his hot meat and making her gasp. "You like that, baby? You like the Polish sausage?"

"Ooh yeah!" she cooed, writhing under him, spreading her legs.

"You fucked Joe all night, didn't you? But you left him alive."

"Yes! Oh, yes!" she moaned.

"And you never touched Minnie?" he thrust heavily now, punctuating his interrogation with cock.

"Oh! I never laid a goddam finger on the dame!" Edie swore. "Oh, yeah! Give me the business, Pete. Give it to me!" Her head tilted back and her eyes rolled back in her head. Her tits stood straight up. Pete blew his load right into her with a groan, spurting hot cream up her twat like a garden hose.