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a bit faster. After he slashed me across the chest, I grabbed his wrist, broke it and turned the blade around. He took the whole seven inches of that bowie knife in the belly.”
    She nibbled on his nipples and started working his rod as she whispered, “I’ll take
your
whole seven inches. Is it that long, Custis?”
    â€œI never let a woman measure it,” he replied, pushing her down on the bed and kissing her lips. “But when we’re done, you can if you want.”
    â€œMight be longer,” she breathed, between kisses.
    Longarm kissed her large breasts, then ran his hand up and down her smooth thighs. “You’ve got beautiful legs.”
    â€œThat want to crush you between them,” she panted.
    Longarm mounted Delia, driving his rod deep into her honey pot. “Does it feel like seven . . . or eight?”
    â€œOh, my!” she gasped. “It feels like a ten-pound sausage!”
    He laughed out loud and began to move around in her. Delia wrapped her long legs around his waist and whispered, “Slowly, Custis, very slowly. We’ve got all night.”
    He took his time and when they were both breathing hard, he stopped still resting deep inside of her.
    â€œWhat?” she asked. “I said, slow, not stop.”
    â€œI need to see how that contraption hanging from the ceiling works.”
    â€œNow?”
    â€œSure.”
    â€œCan’t it . . .”
    â€œNo, it can’t wait.”
    â€œAll right. Get off of me and I’ll show you.”
    Longarm climbed off the bed. He was long and stiff and slick with her love juices. Delia’s eyes were glazed with passion and she jumped off the bed and hurried over to the seat, plopping her beautiful bottom in a swing chair and then lifting her legs and quickly adjusting some straps, and using a little pulley device that actually lifted her body several inches higher. And finally, she planted her heels into the leather stirrups.
    â€œI had to crank this seat higher because you’re so damn tall.”
    He stared at the sight of her wide open with her lovely, long legs stretched far apart. “Quite a sight, Delia, but I’m not sure about this.”
    â€œSee these chair arms?” she asked, patting them.
    â€œYeah.”
    â€œWell, grab them and you can push and pull yourself in and out of me.”
    â€œI was doing that on your bed.”
    â€œThis will be completely different.”
    â€œI doubt that.”
    â€œCome on,” she pleaded, rubbing herself and wiggling with anticipation. “Back inside me where you belong.”
    Longarm lined himself up and slipped into her hot wetness. He grasped the arms of the chair swing and started rocking Delia back and forth.
    â€œHuh!” he grunted with a big smile of pleasure on his face. “This is a new one on me.”
    â€œRock me faster. Harder, too!”
    Longarm was more than happy to oblige. He began to push and pull the swing energetically. Delia yelped and Longarm quickly got into the spirit of the union. In two or three minutes, he was slamming himself in and out of Delia and his knees were knocking and his butt was pounding. Her head was thrown back, long blond hair swinging from side to side, mouth forming an oval as she groaned and made fierce animal sounds in her throat.
    â€œGood, huh,” she managed to grunt, kissing his lips.
    â€œBetter than good!”
    And so they went at it on the chair swing until Delia cried out, her entire body shaking violently. Longarm was wild with desire and he kept pushing and pulling, ramming and slamming, until his legs felt weak and he’d emptied every last drop of his seed.
    When he started to exit her body, she whispered, “Just keep rockin’ me, honey. Slower and slower until the feeling is all gone.”
    â€œI’m not sure I can stand erect much longer,” he said, only half in jest as he clung to the contraption and then