The Original Authors of most of these Stories/Letters or Articles are long dead or Anonymous. I was sitting up in the bed, the cloaths of which were all tost, or roll’d off, by the unquietness of our motions, from the sultry heat of the weather; nor could I refuse myself a pleasure that solicited me so irresistibly, as this fair occasion of feasting my sight with all those treasures of youthful beauty I had enjoy’d, and which lay now almost entirely naked, his shirt being trust up in a perfect wisp, which the warmth of the room and season made me easy about the consequence of. Xnxx whilst sighs of pleasure, and tender broken exclamations were all the praises he could utter. Read 6510 times |
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