Must You Go?: My Life with Harold Pinter

Already a drop gathers on its tip, look, Bella. " "Oh, how hard it is! How it throbs! How it thrusts forward! I can scarce hold it, you kill me with such kisses, you suck my life away. " Mr. Verbouc made a forward movement, and at the same moment again disclosed his weapon, erect and ruby red, the head uncapped and moist. Bella's eyes glistened at the prospect. "We must regulate our pleasures, Bella, " said her Uncle. "We must endeavour, as much as possible, to prolong our ecstasies. " "Ambrose is rampant with lust, what a splendid animal he is, what a member; he is furnished like a jackass. Ah, my niece, my child, that will stretch your little slit, it will thrust itself right up to your vitals, and after a long course it will discharge a torrent of spunk for your pleasure. " "Whatjoy, " murmured Bella; "I long to have it up me to the waist. " "Yes, oh yes; do not hasten too soon the delicious end; let us all work for that. " She would have added more, but the red bulb of Mr. Verbouc's stiffened affair at that moment entered her mouth ...»