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 Open thy sweet lips, beloved one, let me dart it down thy mouth; so, I'll slip it softly in it, and thus thrill thee with delight. Palp my tongue with lips of roses, soft as velvet to the touch, feel it tickling all thy palate, parching up thy blood like wine. With all that its taste is sweeter than the honey dew, that bees sip within the scented flowers, and more mellow than ripe fruit, aye more luscious than bananas, and more creamy than sweet milk. If you wish to glow with fire, suckle it with greater strength, suck it, as the famished baby pulls the nipple in its mouth; clasp it, claw it, drain it, drain it, make me swoon with too much lust.

The young girl evidently heard him thinking, for she forthwith put his order into execution and seemed to lose her senses at the pleasure she felt. Then, having made her suck his nether lip, he rubbed his brawny limbs against her delicate body.

What a contrast there was between them; he was black-haired and of a swarthy complexion, with limbs of steel, and a body all rippling with muscles; she looked like a reed,