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up her arse to every stroke of my living piston.
So tight, such a deliciously warm and throbbing sheath, delighted my little prick—I cannot describe how I felt; but it must have swollen up immensely. It felt ready to burst, and almost directly I felt the electric shootings which give such intense pleasure in the act of emission. My very soul seemed to melt into her vitals under these blissful sensations.
"How beautifully warm; how I feel it shoot up into me! Ah, this beats everything I ever felt before!" she sighed, kissing and hugging me in rapturous extasy.
"No, my love," I laughed. "You never felt it before when you have it in your bottom. I'm so pleased that
