Working the Lode
“He had nearly forced her to take his arm. He needed to prove there was no shame in their courtship. Knowing the gossipy ways of the settlements, sooner or later someone would squawk like an old hen to Brannagh anyway. Folk were half-froze for entertainment on the frontier.
He knew he beamed with satisfaction, though his cock was still at half-mast, for he had succeeded in pleasuring the woman in the most intimate way possible. He cared not, really, for his own gratification—he had just told Zel...nora he wanted to fuck to avoid the even more vexing truth that he was a lovesick booby. The way her dark brown curls slid over his face and neck when she straddled him and bucked against his prick, why, he was gone beaver. And ho, boy, how her pussy tasted when she gushed against his face, like a sweet porridge of cinnamon and apples—he had never seen a woman come that long or strenuously. He’d been almost afraid she would suffer a seizure the way she bucked and snorted and convulsed. Was it possible no man had ever licked her pussy before?MoreLess
He knew he beamed with satisfaction, though his cock was still at half-mast, for he had succeeded in pleasuring the woman in the most intimate way possible. He cared not, really, for his own gratification—he had just told Zel...nora he wanted to fuck to avoid the even more vexing truth that he was a lovesick booby. The way her dark brown curls slid over his face and neck when she straddled him and bucked against his prick, why, he was gone beaver. And ho, boy, how her pussy tasted when she gushed against his face, like a sweet porridge of cinnamon and apples—he had never seen a woman come that long or strenuously. He’d been almost afraid she would suffer a seizure the way she bucked and snorted and convulsed. Was it possible no man had ever licked her pussy before?MoreLess
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