She lies him down on a bed, converted from the reclining chair. She really means to serve him, using unthinkable parts of her body to contact his, bringing the most shameful pleasures out of him. He has never known his body could contain so much pleasure, each inch of his flesh turning into a private organ of desire.
She is on top of him, her undulating body sleek and moist, answering all his body's inquiries into hers. With such understanding of his most secret needs, she drives him along the path of pleasures, a direction that has never been shown to him until now. The pleasure matures. It spills.
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