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           Lostinhim…lostintheastral,seraphicvoices…losttoallthesensationsIcannotescape…Iamcompletelyatthemercyofhisexperttouch.

           Hemovesdowntomybelly—histonguecirclingmynavel—followingthepathofthefloggerandthefur…Imoan.He’skissingandsuckingandnibbling…movingsouth…andthenhistongueisthere.Atthejunctionofmythighs.IthrowmyheadbackandcryoutasIalmostdetonateintoorgasm…I’monthebrink,andhestops.

           No!Thebedshifts,andhekneelsbetweenmylegs.Heleanstowardthebedpost,andthecuffonmyankleissuddenlygone.Ipullmylegtothemiddleofthebed…restingitagainsthim.Heleansovertotheoppositepostandfreesmyotherleg.Hishandstravelquicklydownbothmylegs,squeezingandkneading,bringinglifebackintothem.Then,graspingmyhips,heliftsmesothatmybackisnolongeronthebed.Iamarched,restingonmyshoulders.What?He’skneelingupbetweenmylegs…andinoneswift,slammingmovehe’sinsideme…oh,fuck…andIcryoutagain.Thequiverofmyimpendingorgasmbegins,andhestills.Thequiverdies…ohno…he’sgoingtotorturemefurther.

           “Please!”Iwail.

           Hegripsmeharder…inwarning?Idon’tknow,hisfingersdiggingintothefleshofmybehindasIlaypanting…soIpurposefullystill.Veryslowly,hestartstomoveagain…outandthenin…agonizinglyslowly.