He tore at the bodice exposing her creamy white flesh to the chill of the night air.
Tyrone could feel his root surging, haemoglobin engorging his every fibre.
"What sort of monster have I become?" he mused.
Madam Mangos yielded to his rough hands as they explored her ample flesh.
"What a juicy fruit, indeed" he thought.
Feeling decidedly oral, she parted her lips to engulf the last piece of ‘Sticky Pudding’ Tyrone was offering, cream oozing from the corner of her mouth and dribbling lasciviously down her chin.
This was carnal bonding in the extreme, both participants sharing the breaking of a long drought and revelling in the concupiscence of the moment – no holds barred and fast track to unbridled abandonment.
"What light through yonder window breaks?" he bellowed as she positioned herself ‘akimbo’, inviting him into the temple of flesh he so fervently coveted.
Madam Mangos savoured his tumescence as every neuron and synapse exploded into symbiotic satisfaction.
Armand de Quince positioned himself deftly behind cool room at the back of Pithy's Bar, carefully taking aim with his "MC3". This was going to be some addition to his already crowded collection of salacious photographs that he kept in his private ’Chambre Forte de Voyeurs’.
"If women enjoy having rampant sex with ugly middle-aged men, why am I always missing out ?’ he mused.
As climax approached , inside Josh and the Swallows were just hitting the middle eight section of "Your Love Brings A Lump To My Throat".
Pithy's was in full swing – it was going to be one hell of a night.
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Episode6
"The Following Scenes May Be Offensive To Mature Adults"
