desperado1089
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Henry's, upstairs in the privacy room
Thomas would have reassured Lizzie that her reaction was all right when he slid his hand down there beforehand, stating that he expected as much. When he finally became one with her, she was exquisitely tight. He, of course, was eager to properly complete their union, so he didn't do what he normally did to the women he took to his bed. He'd only had a handful of steady, semi-respectable lovers since he discovered he enjoyed the company of women, but it was not until his late teens that he discovered the joy of pleasing a woman with his mouth. From then on, he was confident that his willingness to do this was why he'd never had to spend a single penny on whores, as even his ex in Nassau would be unable to resist repeat performances when he returned to port. (Upon each of these encounters, she claimed, often loudly and passionately, that her husband didn't make her feel a fraction this good).
All this was to say that he looked strangely contrite as he pulled out what little of his cock made it inside as he said, "Absolutely, my love. Lesson three: a man who knows how to do what I am about to do, is a rare creature indeed." Beginning with another mind-bending kiss, he broke it off only to trail kisses down her body at an exquisitely slow pace, spending nearly a full minute on each of her pebbled nipples before going lower.
When he finally reached her wet, swollen sex, he just took time to admire it, his warm breath adding a whisper of unintentional stimulation. Without another word, and his eyes firmly locked on her face so he could see her reaction, he made a point with his tongue and used it to unerringly and ever so softly poke the little nub that never failed to drive women wild when it was played with.
Thomas would have reassured Lizzie that her reaction was all right when he slid his hand down there beforehand, stating that he expected as much. When he finally became one with her, she was exquisitely tight. He, of course, was eager to properly complete their union, so he didn't do what he normally did to the women he took to his bed. He'd only had a handful of steady, semi-respectable lovers since he discovered he enjoyed the company of women, but it was not until his late teens that he discovered the joy of pleasing a woman with his mouth. From then on, he was confident that his willingness to do this was why he'd never had to spend a single penny on whores, as even his ex in Nassau would be unable to resist repeat performances when he returned to port. (Upon each of these encounters, she claimed, often loudly and passionately, that her husband didn't make her feel a fraction this good).
All this was to say that he looked strangely contrite as he pulled out what little of his cock made it inside as he said, "Absolutely, my love. Lesson three: a man who knows how to do what I am about to do, is a rare creature indeed." Beginning with another mind-bending kiss, he broke it off only to trail kisses down her body at an exquisitely slow pace, spending nearly a full minute on each of her pebbled nipples before going lower.
When he finally reached her wet, swollen sex, he just took time to admire it, his warm breath adding a whisper of unintentional stimulation. Without another word, and his eyes firmly locked on her face so he could see her reaction, he made a point with his tongue and used it to unerringly and ever so softly poke the little nub that never failed to drive women wild when it was played with.
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