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your much loved body really is too tempting with its glorious soft white skin, and that straining cock stirs the wildest desire in me. I take it right into my mouth. I cannot suppress a groan of pleasure. Beneath my lips it gradually arches and grows fuller still. I am happy, my dear love, but you too now want to taste my pulsating flesh.
    You press your mouth to my cunt. Your lips circle my button, which jolts deliciously to this inflaming touch. Every inch of your flesh is close up to mine. Your mop of brown hair disappears between my thighs, your stomach presses against mine. You brace your thighs on either side of my cunt. I still have your cock in my mouth, but your deliciously tempting brown balls are within reach of my lips. I shall attempt a still more unusual caress, one I have not dared try before. Very gently, my mouth draws in that warm flesh, and there between my lips, I feel one of your balls thrilling and quivering. My avid mouth smothers it with kisses, sucks in all of it, and my lips close around it. There it is inside my mouth, quivering like a little bird, and it is wonderfully delicious. Under the effects of this new ministration, your whole body shudders and thrills. It weighs more heavily on mine, we are now reduced to one being, tightly bound together. And for many a long minute, not relaxing our grip for a moment, we suck deliriously on each other’s flesh, and our painfully ardent climax leaves us panting.
    Oh, the love with which you lick this flesh, Charles. While your tongue carries out its devilish work, you bugger me with two fingers, and all I can feel is boundless intoxication. This orgy makes you groan with pleasure and I beg for mercy. How long is it before I do? No one could say.
    I have no strength left, quite spent, but you are not yet satisfied and you drive the formidable rod *1 into my ass. There, my beloved, watch, watch. This is what I do when I am alone and my longing for you is too powerful. The rod goes in and out, back and forth in my shimmering flesh. I’m fucking myself before your eyes. You slip one finger into my ass, then another, and I rub at my button while my tongue probes your hole, deep inside.
    Could anyone dream of a more thorough orgy, a more perfect perversion and debauchery? We experience every pleasure, every climax together, gasping with sadistic *2 delight. These wonderful ministrations are making us lose our minds, and it is not over yet, oh no, it’s not over yet.
    My nails claw at your flesh but I am exhausted. You have emptied my mind and my cunt with your demonic embraces, administered with such perfect skill. Now I should like to watch my lover’s body buck irresistibly in its final exploit. I want to watch him climax at last, right to the last drop, just as he did for me.
    Your tensed fingers grip your cock. “I’m tugging myself, darling, I’m tugging myself,” you say in a strangulated voice. Turn toward me. I don’t want to miss a moment of this sadistic action. Your gorgeous eyes blaze with an ardent fire. You gaze briefly at your mistress’s body still lying beneath you. You seem to be looking for a place to discharge your come. I’m ready, my beloved, ready to receive this sacred baptism, which will connect me forever to my lover’s body. Tug it, tug at that magnificent cock stiffening beneath your fingers, tug again and again. I want to feast my eyes on this unique sight: Performing the most perverse of gestures among all gestures, we are scaling yet new heights in our depravity. My lips and my ass have so often drawn your sperm out of you, but today it is you who will give it to me.
    The first droplet beads at the end of your member. You close your hand still tighter; then I slip a headstrong finger between your buttocks and probe deep inside. A gasp, a cry, a shudder through your whole body and you ejaculate furiously, wildly over my breasts and my stomach. Your sperm jets out just as I wanted it to, abundant and hot, and my hand