CITIES OF THE PLAIN
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"Now I will play you a nice piece, only I have a fancy to have you in me, and you must both fuck and frig me as I play to you," he said, as he made me sit on the music-stool, then raised my dress, and turning his bottom to me, lifted his own clothes and gradually sat down in my lap; as my stiff prick went up his bottom, my hands went round his waist, and I clasped that glorious cock of his, and he began to play and sing "Don't you remember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt?" from a parody in the Pearl Magazine, which he had set to music.
It had such an exciting effect on me that I shot my sperm at once, and I felt him spend all over my hands at the same time.
"Now, wasn't that nice, dear Eveline? Do you love your Laura a little bit?" he
