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ment to the right spot on her body. The most bountifully hung stallion, in all his youthful strength, certainly never displayed a more splendid yard, at all events as regards size. I could not imagine it was possible to introduce this great member, when to my great surprise five or six powerful thrusts, that drew cries of piercing agony from Gamiani, sufficed to push this terrible weapon home to the hilt.
The Countess was suffering hellish torture: she lay stiff and still like the marble statue of Cassandra by Cassini.
Julie was sliding it in and out with great regularity and art, when Medor, mad at being shoved away, came up behind Julie, whose opened backside displayed a most delicious piece of meat, mounted her suddenly, and got it into her so thoroughly that Julie sank down exhausted in a shower of delight.
Such pleasure must indeed be most intense, for it was impossible to imagine a woman enjoying anything so vastly as she did.
Meanwhile the Countess was swearing vigorously at her own pleasure being interrupted, feeling herself tricked out of coming.
