Sentence the Twohundredandsixtysixth
As he disengaged himself from Griselda, who simply murmured in her sated slumber. Sir Parlane MacFarlane observed the kinesics he had become so adept at reading – the flush upon her cheeks, the flutter of her eyelids as the orbs within careered from side to side, the tiny movements of her lips in silent speech and the tiny dimples at the corners of her mouth as they turned up in smile; he knelt over her, gripping his erect Paternoster – the name given it by a lascivious Mother Superior after she had enjoyed it's wing-ding exultations within her vulva before the thrust it deeply and impaled her on it – ah, he fondly recalled Sister Succubus - the aptonym of the wench; but now he must take his leave and so he pumped his member for just that last few necessary strokes and – like Christening
with Holy Water, anointed her beautiful face with a stream of his milky fluid, she hardly moved, but then her tongue slid out between the lips and lapped up what it could reach and a faint smile suffused her face and he could not resist a final kiss, in which he tasted his own sperm as well as the sweet taste of her lips: “adieu, my love, I shall return, for you are now one of mine,” he whispered, before leaving the bed and, by way of the stair-heid door, made his way oot o the Hoose.
As he disengaged himself from Griselda, who simply murmured in her sated slumber. Sir Parlane MacFarlane observed the kinesics he had become so adept at reading – the flush upon her cheeks, the flutter of her eyelids as the orbs within careered from side to side, the tiny movements of her lips in silent speech and the tiny dimples at the corners of her mouth as they turned up in smile; he knelt over her, gripping his erect Paternoster – the name given it by a lascivious Mother Superior after she had enjoyed it's wing-ding exultations within her vulva before the thrust it deeply and impaled her on it – ah, he fondly recalled Sister Succubus - the aptonym of the wench; but now he must take his leave and so he pumped his member for just that last few necessary strokes and – like Christening
with Holy Water, anointed her beautiful face with a stream of his milky fluid, she hardly moved, but then her tongue slid out between the lips and lapped up what it could reach and a faint smile suffused her face and he could not resist a final kiss, in which he tasted his own sperm as well as the sweet taste of her lips: “adieu, my love, I shall return, for you are now one of mine,” he whispered, before leaving the bed and, by way of the stair-heid door, made his way oot o the Hoose.
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