Batsford's Manchester Then and Now

It rose to meet his salacious caresses. My hands toyed with his hair-my head fell back in the sensuous enjoyment he was giving me. He groaned in his delight. I rose panting from his luxurious embrace. His face, flushed with longing and excitement, looked more radiant than ever. "Now I must look at you, Percy! How you have altered." I twisted myself from his grasp. I turned swiftly and dropped my peignoir. I slipped into bed. He followed me. His strong arms encircled my light form. His kisses covered my face-my bosom-my shoulders. His body lay on mine. His warmth thrilled me through all my being. His touches conveyed a magnetic sympathy I was unable to resist. I suffered all. He mounted upon my body. "Oh! Percy! We were so innocent then-now-Oh! Oh! Pray not now! Oh! Percy! Oh! Oh!" It was already too late-our bodies were in closest conjunction. I felt the penetration of his limb. It slipped impatiently up my vagina. The throbs of the solid shaft of muscular manhood secretly delighted me. We writhed-we struggled in our agony of sensuous enjoyment ...»