Moans Of Pleasure
One more quick, strong thrust of Jim’s loins and the turgid vein-
studded pole ended his long exotic journey. Now the fun began.
Very slowly Jim withdraw his splendid shaft to nearly the point
of loss of engagement, then once again begin the delightful
passage back, each time his staff seemed to renew its energy and
expand and extend, accordingly. Three or four times this
happened, when, ever so imperceptibly, the age-old dance of love
deftly performed by Jim began to be slowly echoed by Sandy’s
lovely pelvis and her stifled cries turned to moans of pleasure.