she yielded to all his slightest wishes as if she had been his slave.
Besides in his rags he might have been a vagrant; in his splendid nakedness, he was a hero, a saint, a demi-god.
Little by little he undid her dress more cleverly than the ablest maid would have done, and laid her beautiful bosom bare. How dazzling her breasts looked in their warm lactean fairness, all tinted with rosy and golden hues; each nipple looked like a tiny peach blossom floating in a bowl of milk, with a slight halo all around it.
Soon she was entirely naked; then their arms wreathed around each other's necks, they writhed with thrilling joy, rubbing their limbs together, murmuring with pleasure, cooing like two amorous doves, and sucking each other's tongues, rapturously intoxicated with the scent of each other's body.
And you can understand their passionate delight, for they were at the age when life is flush with lust, and the flesh melts away like wax. She by natural selection was framed for love; he was not only very young, but he
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