![]() ![]() As he felt his member slide into her warm and welcoming well, he groaned with the Pleasure. ![]() She was ready for him, and arched to take him in. ![]() He felt her warm wetness, then pulled back and entered her welcoming depths and plunged in deeply. Her breathing quickened, each breath coming with a groan, until suddenly she reached a peak, and felt herself well up and overflow. His manhood had swelled to its fullness and strove for release. She was no longer conscious of anything except Jondalar and the mounting surge of exquisite Pleasure he made her feel. She felt each movement as a delicious flash of fire as the desire inside her grew. With both hands he spread her petals wide and licked her with his warm tongue, explored her clefts and crevices until he found the nodule that had hardened a little. That was the taste he knew, the taste of Ayla that he loved. He got up and moved between them, then lowered himself and tasted her. She spread her legs to give him more access. He went lower, found the entrance to her warm, wet cave and reached inside. When he reached the spot that sent bolts of shudders through her, she moaned and arched into them. She felt as though she were melting into a pool of delight, as his hand reached for the soft fur of her mound and then put a finger at the top of her slit, and began to draw circles inside. ![]()
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