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civious poses, thrusting her fingers into the seat of her pleasure.
When I saw this I lost my head.
For a moment I had been overwhelmed by disgust and indignation: I thought of appearing before the Countess, and crushing her with scornful words. But my sensual feelings mastered my reason. The flesh triumphed over the mind, thrilled me in every fibre. I was bewildered, crazy. I rushed forward and threw myself on the beautiful nude Fanny, my veins standing out on my forehead, my whole nature on fire.
She had hardly had time to grasp that she was being attacked in some other way, before I felt her supple young body tremble and then heave under me, advancing to meet me, and giving me stroke for stroke.
Our tongues began to meet and cross each other the most passionate kisses. Our very souls seemed to melt into one.
FANNY
Oh! My God, I am being killed…
As she gasped these words, the beautiful body stiffened and fell back as she drenched me with her liquid favours.
