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"Milo's Complaint"
  by Gerard Manley Hopkins  
  (MF size oral)


The doctor looked at Milo over the top of his half-moon reading
glasses. The slim boy looked around the room distractedly.

"You say your mother thought you should come in? What seems to be
the problem?"

"She thought something was wrong with my, uh, me." Milo shifted
restlessly in his seat.

"With your what?"

"With my thing. You know. Down there."

"With your penis?"

Milo nodded.

"What's wrong."

"Nothing."

"But you mother thinks there is? Is that it? Your mother thinks
something is wrong with your penis?"

"Yes," Milo said in a choked voice.

"Well, let's have a quick look," he said in a reassuring tone.

Milo quickly rose from the examining table and briskly dropped his
trousers. Turning back to Milo and pulling on his examining gloves,
the doctor gasped.

"My God, what happened? It looks like you've been burned!"

"No."

"It's swollen. It's flaming red. It's huge."

"True."

"How long has it been this way?"

"Always. As long as I can remember."

With difficulty the doctor regained his composure. He kept mopping
his forehead and adjusting his glasses. He gingerly grasped Milo's
member and turned it this way and that, looked at the top and
bottom, and carefully examined his testicles.

"Well, Mr. Puzzlewick, that is astonishing. It's surprising you can
fit it into your pants."

"I used to wear jockey shorts, but it kept stretching out the
elastic," Milo said brightly. "With boxer shorts there's only a
problem with it poking out the waistband of my pants."

"I can see the problem. How do you deal with that?"

"I wear my shirt tail outside my pants so it's covered. 'Course,
bending over is still uncomfortable."

"Do you mean you never lose your erection?"

"My what?"

"Your erection. When does your penis go soft?"

"I didn't know it was supposed to," Milo blushed.

The doctor finished his examination and, for good measure, he took
photographs. Reassuring Milo that he didn't see anything to worry
about, he saw the boy to the door and closed it thoughtfully behind
him. Without a pause he went to his desk and picked up the
telephone.

"Murray? Chester. I have something I think you should see," he said,
absentmindedly toying with the polaroid photos in his hand.

                         * * * * *

Murray was a man who had had many different careers in his life, but
the latest was the most lucrative. His latest job was providing
gifted lovers to lonely, demanding or privacy-loving women. Often,
the women were all three at the same time.

Murray liked this work. It was clean, it was safe from the police
and he got to spend his time with interesting and attractive people.
Much better than loan-sharking or fencing stolen goods. He got to
wear nice clothes and work from a nice office.

The only fly in this lovely ointment was the Talent: there was too
little of it. Oh, there were plenty of volunteers, but few of the
men had the qualities of health, discretion and sensitivity that the
work demanded. Women, after all, were women. Even if they were rich
enough or kinky enough to obtain the services of a boy from time to
time, they still wanted a little tender loving care and sensitivity.
They would pay extra for it. And if these qualities were found in a
person with a buff body and a large dick, they would pay even more.

That's why a find like Milo was such a treasure. He was worth his
weight in gold if, as seemed likely, he would be a good lover.

Milo sat opposite Murray waiting patiently. He wore a new designer
suit and hand made shirt. His hair was done in a well-known shop
which had also provided a manicure and pedicure. He looked good; he
felt good.

"Milo," Murray said in a soft voice, "it's time for you to go out
and try your wings. Your client's name is Ariana and she's a very
nice lady who only comes to L.A. once in a blue moon, usually for
the specific purpose of getting laid, er, getting male
companionship. A very nice woman, an aristocrat, a Duchess, in
fact."

"That's nice," Milo said with a touch of excitement in his voice.

"You'll like her. She'll like you. You'll see." Murray hoped that
Milo wouldn't fuck up. Lady Sans-Regrette was one of his best -- and
most demanding -- customers.

                         * * * * *

Ariana Sans-Regrette smoked her third cigarette of the day as she
looked out over the sea of lights which was L.A. at night. She
needed a man and she hoped Murray's new boy would be good.

Ariana was discontent.

She chafed under the limitations on her choice of men. They were
either hardened, soulless porn stars with dicks like overripe
cucumbers or shy, callow youths who withered at her first sign of
aggression. And above all Ariana needed to be an aggressor. In her
mind she saw herself as the Alpha lioness in a pride of lions. "I
don't kill," she thought with a smile, "but I leave them licking
their wounds." With that thought, she passed her hand lightly over
her pubis, as if reassuring her pussy that help was on the way.

Ariana had not always been a duchess. She had outlived three
husbands, inheriting fortunes from all three and a title from the
last. Actually, all of them had died at home between her legs. She
had a gift to pushing men beyond their limits. In the case of
husbands, she was willing to push them beyond reason.

She wasn't a nymphomaniac but she was relentlessly sexual. She had a
large appetite but she could control it, save it for the right time
and right partners.

She had kept her looks, saved her money and knew how to spend it.
Spending it on randy young men was one very good way. Ariana looked
at herself in the hall mirror of her suite. She had nothing to be
ashamed of. She still had a couple of husbands in her if she needed
the money. She smiled.

Milo walked straight past the hotel desk as he had been instructed.
The staff knew that Ariana was in town and expected a queue of men
to go up to her room at intervals of four or five hours for the next
several days. The women on the desk watched these men furtively,
speculating on their charms. The men on the desk watched them pass
with a mixture of envy and awe, wondering what happened upstairs
that made them go up proud and come down shambling like old men.

The man at the door of Ariana's suite did not show very much
promise. He was very young and looked shy and nervous. Not that she
minded a boy like that, it's just that they didn't last. They were
more of a snack than a main course. With a secret sigh she led him
straight through the suite to her bedroom.

"Well, come in," she said a little impatiently when he lagged. She
noticed that despite his nerves, Milo moved well, lightly on his
feet like an athlete. She guessed that Murray had bought Milo's
clothes because they fit perfectly and were very expensive. "Gift
wrapping," she thought, "waiting to be torn off the present."

"You know my name, Milo? Good. Do you know what I want from you?"

"Murray said you liked to fuck," Milo said uncertainly, as if he had
not prepared for an exam.

"Not the way I would have put it, but accurate." She liked his fresh
quality and his crooked smile. His face was mature with a suggestion
of youth lightly overlaying a strong jaw and full lips. His eyes
were blue, his hair nearly black with auburn highlights.

"What I need is a man, Milo. A good man. I only need one for a
little while, but I need him very strongly for that little while. Do
you understand?"

Milo nodded.

"Good. Let me see you."

Milo hesitated.

"Take off your clothes, Milo, so I can look at you." This sent a
little thrill of power coursing through Ariana's body. She liked to
be in control.

While Milo undressed, she slowly rubbed her hand over her belly
where the heat was beginning to rise.

Milo's nerves made him clumsy and he found himself trying to take
off his pants before he'd removed his shoes.

"Here," she said impatiently. "Sit down on the bed." She knelt at
his feet and removed his shoes and socks. She sensed Milo watching
her and could hear his breathing grow shallower.

"Stand," she commanded, and she pulled his pants down and helped him
step out of them.

When she reached for the waistband of his baggy boxer shorts (they
were not her favorite) she noticed it for the first time. 'It' put a
silly thought into her mind: "My God, he's hiding a salami in his
underwear!" Suddenly interested, she yanked down the shorts and was
nearly struck in the face by his tool.

"Sorry, ma'am," Milo said. "It's real hard to control."

Ariana gave a sharp intake of breath and impulsively put her hand
around it, or at least partway around it. It was certainly the
largest penis she had ever seen on a human being, at least twelve
inches in length with a diameter in excess of three inches. It was
also one of the hardest she had ever had the pleasure to know,
standing rigidly at a steady ninety degree angle from his pelvis,
twitching slightly in sympathy to the beating of his heart.

"Milo, that's very nice, but do you have a license to carry a
concealed weapon?"

"No ma'am."

"It is loaded, isn't it?" she asked, slowly stroking the length of
it.

"I think so, ma'am."

"You have been with a woman before, haven't you?"

"No, ma'am."

"Or with a boy?"

"Oh, no."

Ariana was crestfallen. She had never had a taste for virgins.
Young, yes, but not virgins. They were hair-triggered and wasted
their potential with wild thrashing and clumsy thrusting. She made a
note to ream Murray. She was also pleased that she'd had the
foresight to schedule another gentleman caller in the morning. She
resigned herself to making the best of it for the rest of the night.

She leaned forward and gave Milo's dick a friendly lick and kiss.
Immediately she felt his onrushing ejaculation and she got out of
the way just in time to see the dense liquid cross the room in a
stream making a heavy squiggle on the mirror opposite. She continued
to stroke Milo as the awareness dawned on her that if her past
experience was any indication the party was now pretty much over.
The boy had emptied himself like a firehose and she doubted there
was much more in the hydrant.

"Sorry, ma'am. You caught me by surprise," he said shamefacedly.
"But that felt real good."

"I'm glad," she said evenly. "And don't worry, you'll be hard again
in a few minutes and then we'll have a real nice time."

"'Again', ma'am?"

"Yes. You'll go soft for a little while then I'll arouse the
interest of this monster again."

"Oh, ma'am, it never goes soft."

"What?"

"I'm sorry. It's real embarrassing. The guys in the locker room used
to rag on me without mercy. But it just stays like this. All the
time."

"Not after sex," she said confidently. "But you've never had
sex...."

"Ma'am, I said I'd never had sex with a woman... or a man. I didn't
say I'd never come. I come all the time. Whenever I want. Without
even touching it."

Ariana had maneuvered Milo back to the bed and she was sitting next
to him, still holding his cock.

"You never go soft? You can come anytime you want without being
touched?" She was mildly skeptical. "Show me." She took her hand
away. "Come now without touching yourself." She could not bear a
braggart or a liar and she wanted to know which he was.

"OK," Milo said. Closing his eyes, he gave forth with a throaty moan
and his dick erupted wildly, spraying the ceiling and leaving a wet
line across Ariana, the bed and the floor."

"Oops. I should of caught that so I didn't mess up your room.
Sorry."

Ariana was speechless, then she was hungry. "OK, Milo, let's see how
long you can, uh, keep this up, OK?"

"OK by me, ma'am. I'm game," he grinned.

"Good. I'm the hunter." Standing quickly, she pulled the long silk
slip over her head with a single swift motion. "And this is my
hunting license," she said, moving toward Milo like a beggar at a
buffet.

Ariana's 'hunting license' was valid anywhere on the planet that
heterosexual men gathered. Her hair was so black it had blue
highlights and hung about her head in a dense cloud. She only
weighed a shade over a hundred pounds and had just enough weight to
smooth out the bumps and rough edges. Her breasts were as small as a
girls and her nipples were the size of hazelnuts and just as hard.
As she threw her leg astride him, Milo noticed that her crotch was
slick and shiny with lubrication.

Ariana made no demand of Milo other than that he should lay on his
back and take his medicine. It took her a minute to fit him into
herself, to the accompaniment of her heartfelt moans and grunts.
After a bit she had him in her up to the hilt and she rested there
looking down at him, moving her hips slightly to help stretch her
pussy. Actually, she was a little awestruck. She hadn't experienced
anything like this since she'd given up the stallion-sized dildo
she'd used at girl's school. She could feel his penis the full
length of her vagina and pressing against the roof of her womb. She
would have to be careful or she could bruise her ovaries, an
excruciating experience she avoided like the plague.

Slowly she began to move in a regular motion, up and down and round
and round. All the sensitive parts of her body were stretched taut
and in play except for her breasts. She took Milo's head in her hand
and lifted it up until he had her breast in his mouth. Without
prompting, Milo began to suck and lick her. After a while he
switched to the other breast. Milo liked the taste and texture of
her breasts, as well as the way it made Ariana moan.

She came more quickly than she had in years. Ariana had feared she
was becoming jaded, that old-fashioned vaginal sex was losing its
charm, but this was proof that old tastes were never dead, only
dormant.

She wanted more pressure on her clitoris so she moved her knees back
and lay full length on Milo, trading the pleasure of his soft mouth
on her nipples for the electric sensation generated by her clit. She
rotated her hips in a slow humping motion. Milo felt her pubis
grinding against his and before long Ariana arched her back, caught
her breath and screamed long but low.

After a minute, never stopping her motion, she looked down at him
with eyes clouded by pleasure.

"Are you going to come?" she asked.

"Not yet. I don't want you to get messy."

"Nice. Wait as long as you can."

She settled herself in to her work and her aggressive self came to
the fore. She went back to her knees and worked herself around his
cock, varying the stroke and the speed. When she felt her orgasm
building again, she reached down and pinched his nipples hard
between her fingers, as if she were holding on to keep from falling
off. Milo made no complaint. Instead he reached up and locked her
nipples in a similar grip.

The mix of pain and pleasure brought her to orgasm again, this one
much bigger than the last. She lurched against him nearly out of
control. Her smooth controlled movements became spasmodic and
abrupt. She continued moving long after her shrieks ended, then
slumped like a tired cowboy in the saddle. She released his nipples
and he let hers go, giving them a gentle rub by way of apologizing
for his roughness. His simple gesture caused the heat in Ariana to
begin rising again.

He was as hard as ever, if anything he was more so. He looked up at
her with a small smile that suggested both satisfaction and
curiosity. He ran his hands along her flanks, up her sides to her
breasts and back again. He had smart hands: there wasn't an ounce of
roughness in them. They were hands that knew a woman's body
intuitively. Experience would only make them better, Ariana knew,
and the thought made her want to be the one to give him the
experience.

"Are you ready to come?" she asked.

"Whenever. Do you want me to come?"

"Yes. Get on top and come in me. But don't use your little
mind-control trick. Come the proper way. Make me come if you can."

"Yes, ma'am," he said obediently. He rolled her over without pulling
out. He arranged her body beneath him and she could feel the
strength in his hands and arms. She noticed for the first time that
his chest was sculpted like a gymnast and tanned like a lifeguard.

Her vagina had become more accustomed to his cock, but she was
beginning to feel that her lubrication was failing. Fortunately, she
was certain he would not last much longer and then she could go to
the bathroom and use some vitamin E oil to reduce the friction.

He put almost no weight on her at all, taking his full weight on his
arms. He rested for a moment, looking down into her flushed face,
noting the dreamy look of satisfaction in her eyes.

"Do you want it hard or slow?"

"Hard. As hard as you can. I want to feel you come in me." Ariana
thought that approach would guarantee he would come quickly and give
her a chance to go to the bathroom.

"Hard it is, then," he said cheerfully. But he started off gently
instead. She started with her knees drawn almost up to her chest to
encourage his coming, but his motion affected her more than her
position incited him. Soon she lowered her legs until they were flat
on the bed. Milo's instincts were good. He began a rotary motion
interspersed with a few gentle thrusts, then a combination of the
two. Soon he found a pattern that Ariana found irresistible. He
heard her gasp and felt her move her pelvis into more direct contact
with his and he settled into that motion. He was fascinated by her
rising gasps and sighs.

"Gee," he thought. "This is fun and I get paid for it, too!"

Milo sensed that there was a very narrow range of motion that worked
for her. Too much and she moved to protect her clit, less and she
grew bored. Once he knew what to look for, he started to show her a
very good time.

She came with a throaty scream and scratched his back until she drew
blood. When she collapsed he kept up his movements. She came back to
herself slowly.

"Come in me! Come in me!" she demanded. It wasn't so much her need
for lubrication - her body seemed to have found previously unknown
reserves. No, it was a clean, sudden need to feel him jerk and spurt
inside her. She wanted this man to do the man thing in her.

"No," he said flatly.

Ariana was speechless and just a little irked. She was mad at
herself as much as at him. She had placed herself in a submissive
position under him, waiting on his pleasure, when she had always
kept the whip hand in bedroom games.

While Ariana tried to make up her mind what to do, Milo found a new
motion that caught her interest. Her rational mind was suddenly
unplugged by the little mind that lived under the hood between her
legs.

The more he fucked her, the quicker and more violently she came.
After a while her orgasms came like ocean waves, cresting every few
seconds, never completely receding.

"Oh, please come. Please." She was begging but she didn't care. She
was having trouble catching her breath and she felt like her skin
was on fire. "Please?"

"All right." He pulled her knees over his shoulders. He settled
himself like a driver in a racing car. "Here it comes," he said.

She wrapped her legs tight around his neck and held his head with
both hands. His motion was powerful but not brutal. Her entire body
moved to the force of his stroke. She felt she was holding on for
dear life, afraid to let him go. Then her warmth began to rise
against her will and she started the cycle of orgasms again. They
weren't explosive or violent. They were gentle ripples that washed
over her all the time.

There was a point where her body began to rebel. Her cunt was sore
and dry, her clitoris was overstimulated, her arms and legs were
tired. Just then, as if by magic, Milo came in her. She felt it very
clearly. The sperm splashed deep inside her and she could feel it
covering his dick stroke by stroke. It lubricated him and made the
last moments not only bearable, but pleasant.

He did not pull out of her, she pulled him out of her. She felt a
little regret to part, however briefly, with her new friend and its
owner. She went to the bathroom, cleaned herself up, and brought the
bottle of oil back to the bedside table.

Milo lay on his back smiling at her, his dick standing vertically
like a NASA launch vehicle. It showed no sign of use other than the
liquid residue of sex coating its surface. Ariana stopped briefly
and savored the sight. He was too good to be true.

"God," she thought, "I've got to humble this arrogant boy." That was
Ariana: she needed to dominate. She wanted this proud boy to find
his limits and for him to know that it was she who brought him to
admit them. Then she would have the exquisite pleasure of sending
him away the knowledge that he was inadequate to her need.

The problem was that by now most men would be drowsing off, trying
to recoup their energy. Milo just looked at her fixedly with a smile
that she found slightly challenging. Her work, it seemed, was cut
out for her.

She lay on her back next to Milo. She reached over and grasped his
cock with a proprietary air.

"Tired?" she asked.

"No. Are you?"

"I'll let you know when I am," she said.

"Do you want to go again?"

"Whenever you're ready," she said, suppressing a sigh. Then she had
an idea.

"Here," she said, "stand up."

She positioned him facing the same mirror he'd spattered earlier in
the evening. She grasped his tool and said, "Come when I say so." If
she couldn't drain him one way, she'd drain him another.

"OK, now!"

In a couple of seconds his dick started to twitch and then to spurt
spasmodically. Immediately she began to move his cock purposefully.

Milo saw that she was writing something on the mirror with his come.
It was her name - 'ARI'.

Milo laughed delightedly. "Your handwriting is awful!"

"I was using my left hand," she said defensively. "I'll show you."
She moved around to his other side and used her right hand.

"OK, ready."

In a second he started twitching and spurting. Ariana's handwriting
was much improved, although the 'ANA' did not quite start where her
'ARI' left off.

"See?" she asked.

"Very nice. It's what they used to call copperplate. An elegant
hand."

"Yes it is, considering that my writing implement is a little too
large for my hand," she smiled, "and runs out of ink quickly."

"Sorry, ma'am. You'll just have to dip it in the inkwell more
often." He surprised himself at his own boldness, but she didn't
seem to mind.

Actually, Ariana felt that Milo was challenging her and she
committed herself doubly to wearing him out.

"Let's write the rest of my name. OK?" She looked to see if he
betrayed any sign of anxiety. There wasn't any.

"OK," he said. "Ready? Don't forget to dip the nip occasionally!"

She finished writing her name, 'ARIANA MARIE SANS-REGRETTE.' Her
handwriting was very good by the time she finished, but the 'ink'
was running down the mirror, blurring the text.

"Say, don't you ever run dry?"

"I don't know," he shrugged. He looked down at his cock in
bewilderment. His most intimate part was also a deep mystery.
Tonight it was revealing some of its secrets. It had been a very
good night so far.

"Tired?" she asked.

"I want to do you again, ma'am. It felt real good." His boyish grin
was disarming.

Unfortunately, Ariana thought she wanted to give her cunt a little
more rest.

"You've never been sucked off, have you? No, of course not. Well, I
think you're going to like this." She had an educated mouth, strong
lips and a cunning tongue. If she couldn't fuck him into incapacity,
she'd blow him there.

She dropped to her knees and looked the monster straight in its
unblinking eye. "It's you or me," she thought, "and I never lose."

Milo was electrified by the sight of this beautiful woman kneeling
in front of him, servicing him. It was a powerful stimulant. Even
though she could only take a few inches of him into her mouth, she
was adept as giving him pleasure. Sometimes she licked him,
sometimes she sucked him like a popsicle, and sometime she made her
mouth a taught 'O' and simulated her cunt.

He caught her by surprise by coming in her mouth forcefully after
only a minute. Instinctively he held her head so she couldn't
release him. She nearly drowned on his come and thought some come
came out her nose when she coughed. When he came to his senses he
let her go.

"Sorry, ma'am. I don't know what came over me."

"Came over you? Came in my mouth, you mean."

"I'd sure like another one of those if you don't mind," he said
shyly.

"Not now. I forgot my water-wings. Maybe later." She was a little
sour. Not only was he as ready as ever, she had sucked him off in
the most submissive of postures. It was unlike her.

"Time for you to learn to be selfless," she said.

"What do you mean?"

"Don't you know it's more blessed to give than to receive? Like I
just gave pleasure to you, now you're going to give it to me.
Understand?"

"Just tell me what to do."

Ariana had never given a man instruction on how to give head before.
She had seldom found a man who knew how to do it half-way well,
either. She wanted to come and was reluctant to go for a ride on his
rocket. The solution was to teach him to give her pleasure the way
she needed it.

"First, a little geography lesson..."

Slowly, patiently, step-by-step she taught him the ins and outs of
cunnilingus. She taught him the wide, slow approach, the near miss,
the 'accidental' encounter, the tentative general focus, and finally
the culminating laser-like focus. She taught him to avoid fatigue by
putting his face close and alternating the lips and tongue. She
taught him to gently suck her clit - which was large and an 'outie'
- when it was ready.

Milo loved it. He was a willing and gifted student. There came a
time when Ariana lost interest in teaching. Even more, she lost the
ability to think straight. Milo learned his lesson well and quickly
began to embroider inventively on the themes he had been taught. He
felt a certain comfort having his head lodged between her thighs,
his mouth and nose brushing her cunt, her aromatic, earthy smell
filling his nostrils, her salty taste filling his mouth.

By and by, Ariana began a long climb from ecstasy to ecstasy, orgasm
following closely on mounting orgasm.

Ariana lost control, something she had seldom done since reaching
adulthood. She gripped his head with both hands and locked her
ankles in the small of his back. Milo wasn't going to go anywhere
until she was finished. She was in no hurry to finish.

Milo understood pacing. He matched his timing to her subtle signals,
switched between his tongue or lips to avoid tiring himself. He
discovered for himself that inserting his finger a few inches into
her cunny with a niggling motion seemed to redouble her pleasure.

If he could have seen her face, he would have known that Ariana was
lost in orgasm, something that had seldom happened to her with women
and never with a man. Milo as a person disappeared; only a tongue
and lips remained. The fire in her belly that had brought her to LA
was being quenched by a deluge of sex.

Milo stayed on his knees serving Ariana until the night sky turned
pale. Finally, Ariana let him go and collapsed. Milo poured
Vitamin-E oil the length of his cock and spread it evenly. She
raised no objection when Milo put his hands under her buttocks and
lifted her off the bed, embedding his penis in her until they were
pubic hair merged. She put her arms around his neck and wrapped her
legs around his waist, locking her ankles behind his back.

Milo took Ariana by the waist and, standing in the middle of the
bedroom, he slid her up and down his dick like some sexual
appliance. He was slow and rhythmic, careful not to overtax her
already heavily used clit. By and by he felt her lubrication come
down again and he increased his stroke.

"The sun is coming up," he said.

"Umm," she replied vaguely.

Effortlessly he carried her over to the window overlooking LA and
the ocean, never losing his stroke.

"Look," he said. She didn't respond, so he said again, "Look." She
turned her head and narrowly opened her eyes to the dawn and the
hills and the sea. The moment seized her and him at the same time.
They both came loudly as Milo slammed into her like a pile driver.
When he came, Ariana thought she would faint. When she came, she
did.

She recovered consciousness just as he pulled out and set her
carefully on the bed. She was limp. She felt like her bones had been
removed.

Milo saw her state and gently repositioned her on the bed. When he
returned from the bathroom she was asleep. He lay down next to her.
In her sleep she reached over and took his cock in her hand and
gripped it.

He must have catnapped for a little while. When he awoke it was
because his cock was uncomfortable from her constricting hand. He
tried to gently remove it but she only increased her grip. She only
freed him when she swam upward to full wakefulness.

"To make sure you don't get away while I'm asleep," she said with a
dreamy smile. She was instantly shocked at this silly statement.
What had come over her, the hard-boiled man-eater? Milo. Milo had
come all over her!

Milo reflected on how long he had complained about his penis and how
his feelings had turned 180 degrees overnight.

"Feel like doing a little writing?" she asked.

"'Writing' or 'riding'?"

"Yes," she said and slipped her mouth over his dick.


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