MY SECRET LIFE
MY SECRET LIFE
my stiff prick within a few inches of her cunt; consider- ing all she had gone through that day with me, it was a pisition which would have upset the frigidity of an angel, had she not frigged away some of her passion in the interim.
But her passions were conquering on my behalf, for she was a woman who had known love’s pleasures; her voice was quiet as she said, “Oh! pray don’t, ohl pray now.” I pulled her back and slid my naked limbs be- tween her thighs, then in a moment I was on her, but in an uncomfortable position; two of our legs on the bed, two off, my belly touched hers and pressed her down; with my right hand I guided my prick to her slit. Her hour had come, “Oh! for God’s sake, leave me, I will let you another day,—I will,—not now,— ohl if you knew l—ohl now l—ohl . . .”
It was all but over, my fingers were feeling their way, my prick between them, every motion she made to help herself, helped me; I held her down with force until I felt my penis was on the notch, but as it touched the slippery sides of the red orifice, the first pang of pleasure came and my sperm spat on to it. With a furious thrust I plunged up her and threw my whole body over her, grasping her bum, quivering, wriggling, and pushing. The deed was done, she knew it, and was as quiet as the grave.
The position was painful to both of us, I felt it in both my legs; she moved uneasily saying, “I hope you will go.” I had no such intention, kept her down, and my prick in her as long as I could; then got up quickly, hoping to see her spunk-trap whilst her thighs were
open. A woman seems always up to this, how quickly they shut them. She did, but the light though feeble
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