"Ann Marie Michelle, a sultry brunette, is in the throes of a vivid, taboo fantasy. She's back in her family's kitchen, the scent of sizzling sausages filling the air. Her father's voice echoes, "Don't touch, Ann Marie. It's not for you." But her desires are insatiable. She reaches out, her hand wrapping around a sausage, feeling its pulsating heat. She strokes it, her fingers gliding up and down its length. She can't help but imagine it's something else, something forbidden. She brings it to her mouth, her tongue flicking out to taste the salty, meaty goodness. She sucks it in, her head bobbing, her body writhing with pleasure. Her hand slips between her legs, her fingers rubbing her wet, throbbing pussy, bringing her closer and closer to the edge."