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out to welcome it.
"After a few moments she breathed more strongly. She encircled his breast with her arms, kissed him, and then hid her head on his shoulder.
"'Oh, what a rapture I feel!' she cried. 'What a magnetic fluid you possess to make me feel I as do!'
"He did not give her any answer; but, unbuttoning his trousers, he took hold of her dainty little hand. He endeavoured to introduce it within the gap. She tried to resist, but weakly, and as if asking but to yield. She soon gave way, and boldly caught hold of his phallus, now stiff and hard, moving lustily by its own inward strength.
"After a few moments of pleasant manipulation, their lips pressed together, he lightly, and almost against her knowledge, pressed her down on the couch, lifted up her legs, pulled up her skirts without for a moment taking his tongue out of her mouth or stopping his tickling of her tingling clitoris already wet with its own tears. Then—sustaining his weight on his elbows—he got his
